God's unending passionate fire, in the sunbursts, in the heart-life of His people, when my being, gratefully stunned, first heard His thunderous angels beneath the summer rain clouds singing so superior, sacred, sonorous, of a purity divine, deep male voices richly resonant, honeyed female voices, singing, "Amazing Grace," their giving manna above our rooftops, such a majesty of our Lord. Their energy surging, shaking vibrations in the floor boards, a shining flash of light above the bowing trees, I do not deserve such a holy gift ~ of these celebratory messengers of God, I cannot sing as str