I am not much of a singer. I find it difficult to stay in tune. But when I stand next to someone with a fine voice I find it much easier.

The voice I hear in my ear helps to keep my voice on line and I like to think of my voice merging with that voice so that the faltering poverty of mine is purified and beautified by the richness of the other.

This is a crude and very inadequate reflection of what happens when we worship.

from Holy, Holy, Holy