The first time I heard them singing, I was awestruck, angelic male and female voices so stunning, purer than the songbirds, some choirs, some solo, Heaven's concerts, beyond blessed beauty, jubilation of my psyche dancing, How can it be ? angels singing, I am not worthy enough, but, how can I question, in my inferiority, someone as divine, as glorious as the King. How can it be ? tiny white angel lights swirl in my bedroom at gloaming, as the stars awaken, when, in my life, in the past I did more wrong than right, what redemption did I earn ? My sins, burnt ashes in the wind, my heart in it's