Fun fact, my father preferred worship songs he didn’t understand. I Physically cannot count how many Sunday evenings I spent watching the back of his head from the stair case while he was sitted on that couch watching some South African singer worshipping his GOD in a language he didn’t understand.
Oh how I loved my father. I’m honestly not even sure he knew. I guess all that’s left to say on this now is don’t be me girls let you dada know just how much you love him. Especially if he’s just OBJECTIVELY a good guy. Can’t explain it but I just always liked the man. 🤷🏽♀️
Funny, only now do I musically get the guy. 👏
