Azalea Celebration

Azalea Celebration

I remember it like my name

The air was crisp, the sky was blue

A spring breeze rocked white blooms

The day I met the two of you

Now we mark this day each year

In our hearts and in our home

With song, feasting, and friends

And in this we’re not alone

As March melts into April

God decorates the earth

The azaleas blossom every year

To celebrate your birth

Sunday Worsts

Sunday Worsts

sunday bests?

yeah, i’ll put those on

but they don’t quench my thirst

i can hide my bones

under fancy rags

but it doesn’t break the curse

oh, i’ll sing praise

this Easter morn’

but it won’t be to clothes

but to Jesus

who died for my sunday worsts

and then from death arose