There are few things that make me more insecure than hearing the noise of my own voice unaccompanied by a melodious symphony of sounds.
So, when the band ceased the playing of their instruments on Sunday and continued with an A cappella chorus, I paused momentarily, unsure with my voice no longer camouflaged by the thick reverberation from the speakers.
That was, until I heard the most beautiful cacophony of sounds. Voices high and low, on key and off; my brothers and sisters singing in perfect union; so, I unabashedly joined in…
.. Nothing compares to this love, love, love…
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