Hair fashionably mussed, a soul patch beneath his lower lip, the Singer steps onto the small stage and eyes the small audience seated before him. A man in a dark T-shirt impatiently eyes the Singer. Pen fidgeting in his mouth, he inquires tersely, "Okay, what do you have for us today?" The Singer takes a deep breath before answering. "Well, I'd like to start out with 'Not to Us' by Chris Tomlin." "Okay," the man responds without emotion. "Good luck." Apprehensive, jittery, nonplused, the Singer takes a step forward. And with all that he has, and all that he is, he opens his mouth. And sings. "Not to us, but to Your name be the glory," he proclaims. "Not to us, but to Your name..." he repeats, each time with greater conviction. The certainty of his beliefs seem to steady his voice, and he digs into the phrase deeper. Taking a deep breath, he readies himself for the first verse.
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