Pops
I remember being 5. I do. I had this little brown head and a scalp full of afro. My mom would part it down the side like Arnold from Different Strokes.
Trust me. I remember. And something else I remember is this song. We sang it at Briarlake Baptist Church on Lavista Rd. in Decatur, GA. I remember when I was five. We would sing this song and I would think there was something wrong with my dad. Because his eyes would cry. I didn’t know why his eyes would cry. But they would. Every time we sang this song.
Then I remember when I was 25. I was in a church with my dad and we started singing this song. His eyes began to cry. It was then I realized that when I was five, there was not something wrong with my dad. There was something right.

How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives.
But greater still the calm assurance,
This child can face uncertain days because He lives.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone!
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives!

And then one day I’ll cross the river,
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain.
And then as death gives way to victory,
I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives.

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone!
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives!

Something is right.
Los