Early Easter morn we were dressed in our Sunday best,
Afraid of getting wet, as water laden clouds started to mist.
Our destination is the Holy Chapel, to praise God with blind faith.
Misting only slightly, and close to the Holy Chapel Gate,
Thru the door melodious music was playing, and rain joined in.
An elderly man gave me a program and whispered in my Ear,
I believe your faith is strong, for the LORD came with you here.
I did not understand, and asked him why he felt that way,