There weren't too many Easter egg hunts in Grand Rapids today. Snow still covers the ground but our spirits are renewed with the celebration of Jesus' resurrection.

For me, this day like Palm Sunday was always filled with music. We'd attend Easter services at our own church and it was my chance to sit in the pews and listen to my Dad sing without playing the piano for him. He sang the same song every Easter and he'd been singing it everywhere for weeks. You'd think he'd tire of it but I don't believe he ever did. I'll never forget one evening after a service we'd attended at another church, a lady came up to me and said, "your father could make the angels cry when he sings". I'd never thought of it in quite that way but as I grew older I realized she was right. He believed with all his heart what he was singing and when you heard him, you couldn't help but believe him too. It's so sad to think of all the songs we recorded him singing over the years, we never recorded this one. It's okay............I can play it on the piano and I hear his voice. Just like the angels, I cry.