I bowed in my seat, wanting to be alone in the crowd. Someone laid their hands upon my back but I could not hear what they spoke. My head was pounding and I forced myself to hear the song. They sang what I had no voice for. I looked at my palms wondering when the day would come. Words ached in my heart…oh to see His glory. The drums came in and out of my hearing. A rhythm played that didn’t seem to go with the song. How many could hear it? How many would walk in the different rhythm?