I miss hearing you sing. I miss having you belt out songs and seeing you move as you sang. You must have known a hundred of them-and what you weren’t taught, you just made up yourself. I still remember hearing you sing, “Alligator!” and wondering when you came up with it.
Of course, we had little success coaxing you to sing. We were proud parents, but you didn’t sing for show when we asked you to. You would on your own, however, if you found yourself in the mood-then, you would sing again and again and again, without ceasing.
Now, your song is gone to us. We have great memories and videos of you singing, but it’s not the same. They just can’t do justice to the enthusiasm you brought to your singing. Losing you meant losing so much of joy and music from our lives.
Yet I know you’re still singing. And I look forward to the day in which the old order is gone, the shadows pass and we join with you in the enduring song of praise for our God and King.
Come, Lord Jesus!