What songs sound a rally cry in my heart? On this typical-Monday, I drove through my town’s puddled streets, singing Fanny Crosby’s “Redeemed.” I belted out the words I remembered and trumpeted the melody when I forgot. On the chorus, I challenged myself not to swoop the notes, but land on them with operatic precision. I tempered my bombastic battle hymn long enough to exchange monies for my mocha. Then, I resumed my reveille though it was nearly two o’clock.
Even though the sun shone yesterday, my mood was tarnished. I took a walk with Ginny Owens’ “Say Amen” piped through earbuds. Instead of my voice, my melancholy tears flowed with the melody. Yet, its effect bolstered me as “Redeemed” did today. I returned home striding stronger than I had at my starting pace.
Fight songs do that. At kickoff, the day’s game might seem like a total loss, but somehow I find myself in the end zone still standing upright.