Out there in the world so often we have to hide our good hearts to get along, yet here, with the Easter hymns, we are so much more free.
Those Easter hymns were a meditation of sorts. They almost sung themselves from the page. Yet we lent them our voices and our hearts for the occasion and were all the richer for it.
The Easter hymns would resonate in the church as if we sung to the rocks that made it and the rocks were singing back. It was as if those words had made themselves at home in my bones and warmed my blood from within no matter the weather outside.
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