Redneck Press with Fried Chicken and Coffee

Sis­ter Hayes, she lifts her eyes up to the Lord so hard they roll back. She sings sacred songs and dances, quick-stepping and jerk­ing as the anoint­ing descends. It descends like a tree a'falling. It falls like a wall of water. It walls up all fear of dark­ness. It fears no man or ser­pent. Sis­ter […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…