When that day comes, you’ll all thank God he’s let up. You’ll thank him for a peaceful heart. You’ll trust him, not fear him. The strength you feel will burble up in songs. You’ll dip your bucket in the well of salvation and bring it up full. Most important, you’ll start talking to him again. You’ll bring up his name, which before now was an annoyance, almost a con.
So start singing anytime. He’s done excellent, if eccentric, things and everyone knows it. Shout, just like those visionary angels. Even if it bugs people around you.