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nd,whispering his regrets. a black girl standing right beside me was shivering her lips with tears hanging up in her eyes, showing a piece of was truly heart wrenching when more and more kids were peacefully touched by the power of god,harmonizing their words with tears, rather than screaming out their logo as we love jesus yes we dm we love jesus how about you.it hasn't been long before i am used to the way of praying here in the states. the melancholies in the air soon put me on the way of figuring out the fact lying behind the tears. it numbed me to see the fear and solitude that root deeply in this materially rich world. there is a false security that drastically reshapes the country by drug, crimes, pre marital sex and it seemed here every tiny little souls were certain victims. jesus wasn't truly there, but the void became the savior.it was then that the mother of pastor david rose to sing ave maria.she came up to piano in a gentle pace, took a breath, closed her eyes, and delivered the , never have heard the song offered with more feeling, more passion and fervor. she was seventy years old and plain voice flowing in the air was neither scratchy nor dramatic that you might expect from an aging third rate opera singer. this was actually the voice of a grandmother distillin