There was a large tent canopy above a platform and about 200 folding chairs. It recalled the old-fashioned tent revivals of centuries past.
As we sang with all our heart, the music spoke to me, a language that words can never speak; and as we sang, the words spoke to my soul in a way that they rarely do. We sang like a single voice.
I know why people give up so much of their free time to sing in the choir. I must say, that we sing together as one person, one body, one instrument. And sometimes when we’re singing together, we get just a glimpse of the very face of God.
