to 15 of his mostpopular songs. From playing stadiums, coliseums and getting high with some of the biggest rock stars in the world,
to being strung out on heroin and cocaine, he was trapped in a seemingly hopeless pit of depression and loneliness.
It’s all here, the good, the bad and the ugly. Mylon finally found what he was looking for, but it wasn’t in drugs,
money or fame... he found God. Not religion, but rather a loving Heavenly Father who forgave him and filled him
with purpose and hope.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
BRIGHT STARS IN A DARK SKY
HE IS STRONG
What am I gonna do
Too much is going on
Somebody help me please
Can’t make it on my own
Voices from my childhood call
My Momma sang a song
Jesus is calling ya’ll
Son when you’re weak, He is strong
Excerpted lyrics by Mylon Le Fevre
Angel Band Music/Dayspring Music
Used by permission
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One of my very first memories on planet earth is looking out the back window of my daddy’s 1947 Cadillac.
How could the sky be so dark and the stars be so bright at the same time? I used to wonder. It was just a
kid’s question. Nothing deep. I had no idea it captured the story of my future. As a little boy, rocking along
every night on those endless, lonely, two-lane roads, watching the white lines disappear under the red glow of
taillights, I never dreamed I was headed toward a darkness that would almost destroy me...and a light so bright
it would one day save my life.
I didn’t think about those things back then. I just took the days as they came. Growing up “on the road,” I
figured everybody’s parents were musicians; that it was normal to eat at a truck stop every night after the gig,
then travel to the next town to sing again. Touring with my family from concert to concert, and church to
church — from Memphis to Charlotte, Atlanta to Dallas, Tampa to Louisville — I spent most of my childhood
crisscrossing the Bible belt of the Old South. I don’t suppose there is a little country town with a high school
gym or singing hall where my family didn’t sing about Jesus.
While other kids’ parents bought station wagons, mine bought an old Greyhound bus, took out the seats
and replaced them with La-Z-Boy recliners that doubled as beds. Man, I thought that was cool — especially
considering our family’s rustic roots. In the 1920s, The Le Fevre Trio had traveled by horse and buggy. My
father, Urias, my Uncle Alphus, and my Aunt Maude landed their first big break after bouncing 60 miles
down a dusty dirt road to sing on the famous Grand Ole Opry radio show. When they finished singing, the
show’s sponsor, Purina Chow, paid them two live chickens and a 50-pound sack of Purina Chow!
From then on, by bus or by buggy, it seemed the Le Fevres were always going someplace to sing. That’s
actually how my parents met. My father saw my mother, Eva Mae, for the first time when he went with his
Bible school quartet to the North Chattanooga Church of God, in Tennessee. My grandfather, the Rev. H.L.
Whittington,
