"I wanna see Jesus hanging on the cross," she sings. "I wanna see Jesus hanging on the cross." I sneak down the hallway, step around squeaky boards. I hear it again, "I wanna see Jesus hanging on the cross." From the top bunk she sings in the dark.
"Watch ya singing?"
"Oh, just that I want to see Jesus hanging on the cross."
"Why is that?"
"I'm just singing it like a song."
"Pretty amazing what he did for us, huh?"
"Yeah."
"I love you, Janie."
"I love you, Momma."
"I'm glad you're my daughter."
The night trails off and I hold onto her song.
4 comments:
Jesus said we need to become like children. I'm glad for your recording of the moments so I have a template. Love you!
this gave me shivers.
You share such beauty in all your ordinary goings-on in your home.
Have a wonderful day.
I can't seem to leave your blog. I love it so much...
and I'm not trying the whole flattery part either.
:)
amy in peru
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