It isn't exactly a boycott

Okay, here's the thing about the song I'm not singing.  It's completely empty of anything of value to me in my walk - no praise and worship, no discipleship, no comforting reassurance, even - but that alone wouldn't keep me from supporting the choir. But what it is full of, for the second consecutive octavo, is plaintive longing for heaven. 

I can only sing about that so much right now.