 As we sang one song, he said, entitled White as Snow, I couldn't help weeping as I experienced the joy of sins forgiven. Much like the sinner woman who couldn't stop weeping at the feet of Jesus, I too had been touched by his cleansing love. You see the progression there? When he was a captive, he couldn't sing. His heart was cold, it was hard, it was heavy. He couldn't really participate. I mean, he could have sung, but he would have been going through the motions, so he didn't even try.