by Dennis Norris II January 18, 2016
Open your mouth. Sing, boy. Rise up from your pew and praise Him. Take your hands off your hips. Don’t dance, don’t smile, just clap. Firm up those wrists and sing. Your mouth is His.
Those lips? That voice?
Speaking of voice: make yours deep. No one likes a boy who sounds like a girl. Don’t linger on the S’s when you speak. The air whistles through the space between your teeth. It angers Him when you whistle like that, and when you place your hand against your chest and curl your fingers at the collarbone as if you are wearing a pearl necklace. You exist to do his bidding.
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