Hum along.

A beautiful April morning,  a Sabbath spilling over with sunshine and filled to bursting with birds' songs. I walked quietly, reflecting on the life and sacrifice of my Favorite. My thoughts were all but drowned out by the raucous, joyful, beautiful bellowing from a tree stuffed with birds; birds singing about Jesus. I smiled and hummed along. 

The crowd screams violently, members growing hoarse and yelling though their voices can give scarcely more than a squeak. Their cries of "Crucify!" didn't drown out the birds. 

The birds were silent.

All creation was silent, watching in horror as its Creator was led by humankind to the place of rejection.

Golgotha was eerily silent, a silence swelling to a deafening roar, combated only by the thumping of an aching heart in one's own ears. 

Imagine if the third day hadn't come.

I walk quietly, in solemn meditation of a great death and sacrifice. A piercing song wakes me from my reverie. He lives. He reigns. He is worthy. He is coming. He LIVES. 

I smile and hum along.