We’re in a rehearsal space and I’m just this oversized fly on the wall. These kids, they’re just young in heart and old in soul while they worship like it weren’t rehearsal but more like the perfect time just to gather and praise… And yes, I think it might just be the perfect time to erupt with praise. It smells fresh of weed and I’m certain somewhere else in this building other young hearts are getting high in flesh, but I’m feeling better than ever about it. Because right here, in this building filling with the smell of weed, these young hearts with old souls choose not to simply rehearse, but allow it to be the perfect time to simply gather, the perfect place to simply praise.