Monday, October 25, 2010
"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?"
"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.