Easter, renewal, restore, adore


The house is quite, as you might expect
I'm up so early with a need to check
My silk dress laid out the night before
Laid out with gloves and the hat I adore.
I tune my cords, from note to note
Testing each sound that comes through my throat.
"My song, is it ready?," I asked in my head
"You'll do just fine," my inner-mom said.

The season has come to sing of renewal
A song for Easter, a classical rule
Elected to sing, I hope to restore
For strangers to Jesus who come through the door
A feeling of gladness that comes with His giving
The utmost of gifts that makes life worth living.
His selfless act was a heartbreaking err
Without it, however, we'd not have a prayer.