Years ago when our son, Dave Jr., was about 7 or 8 years old, he awoke early one Easter morning before anyone but I was awake. He immediately began singing the chorus of the Don Francisco song, “He’s Alive.”
“He's alive yes He's alive/Yes He's alive and I'm forgiven,” Dave sang as he hopped out of bed.
At first, before I could understand what he was singing, I thought something was wrong. Maybe he was having a bad dream or was sick and crying for help.
Nothing was wrong. In fact, everything was right.