Commentary: Sometimes when I'm in the adoration chapel in the wee small hours of the night, seated before the Lord Jesus Christ, really Present in the Blessed Sacrament, I sing. There's no one there—no one but Him & me, my guardian angel & however many other angels can dance on the head of a pin, & as many of my brothers & sisters in the Church Triumphant as would care to join—so I'm not disturbing anyone's meditations. I get carried away, in the best possible sense, in the moment.
"Since Christ is Lord of Heaven and Earth,
How can I keep from singing?…"