The mockingbird began to sing
Before the morning light
So filled with praise he could not wait
Until the sky was bright

And in the rains of afternoon
He kept on singing strong
All through the thunders crashing down
His notes still echoed on

When began the shadow's fall
I listened for his voice
And while the night came creeping in
He called to me rejoice

Rejoice in the Lord always and again I say rejoice. Philippians 4:4 ESV
 For Me to Still Rejoice by Peter Caligiuri
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