
no easter monday morning blues for me i hit the snooze times three don’t want a jelly belly day the church is empty and the band went home the dawn has come to say hello the plastic eggs are put away but no easter monday morning blues for me no easter monday morning blues for me the kids are late the bus on time how can a child make so much whine has there really been a change in me i need to hunt for peace and be free from the weight of all the noise inside He rose i rise He rose i rise yes no easter monday morning blues for me no easter monday morning blues for me i’m different now and yet the same shame shadows call and taunt with glee i’m doing more but i just need to be remembering love’s refrain that it is finished yes, it is finished and though i fall in that same place i’ll remind myself of His great grace and take that little step of faith no easter monday morning blues for me He rose i rise He rose i rise each moment through this crazy day He’s resurrection lights the way so i can trust and say no easter monday morning blues for me
I always enjoy your photography and poetry Carlos!
Mucho appreciated, Denise! Thanks!