Oh son
She comes to me in the night when loneliness is too much to bear and she holds me close and she helps me forget. You go steppin' out as she comes steppin' in someday I'll be forgiven for this. Cause you just ain't got the time that you used to. Well you say you love me and deep inside hell I know you do. So stop your crying now, I'm already convinced that someday I'll be forgiven for this. -Justin Townes Earle First time I was in Nashville was for the Festival of Homiletics. Yes, only would a preacher gather with hundreds of other preachers, listen to sermons all day and call it a festival. But it was a treat to see the faces that went with voices I had for years heard while studying and listening to sermons in seminary. Hearing four incredible preachers before lunch...