Sing. Sing. Sing.

[So I went with him, and when we were climbing the rocky steps up the hillside, my beloved shepherd said to me] O my dove, [while you are here] in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

Song of Solomon 2:14

Question: Do I realize that my voice lifted in praise and song is sweet to Him, or do I withhold it?