I wrote many prayers and songs when my youngest son was stricken with a debilitating illness. I was in a state of shock, fear, and disbelief. Growing up, all three of my sons were your normal, intelligent, talented young men. At the age of twenty-one my son became ill, and I became desperate. My oldest son was the keeper of my soul I cried out to God night and day because I was terrified about my son's future. I have no memory of when I began to write what I was saying to God because there were so many words and tears coming out of me. My heart was in complete control, and so was the Holy...