If it weren’t for the setting, the common vocabulary, disproportionate self-centeredness and unwarranted egotism, you’d think this might be a joke. But it’s not. It’s just another lousy singer who has “made it” on the church stage.
James Canupp is squealin’ for, I mean, lookin’ for a city
Le Café Wittypoots 
Pathetic representation of music ministry