I was trying to write a song for Easter this year. My daughter and I woke up early one morning to take sunrise pictures at Kealia Beach. I thought of the phrase, Waiting for the sun/Son. I imagined what it might have been like after Jesus was crucified.
I imagined the hurt, the anxiety and the hope all mixed into one. Then I just kind of generalized that feeling of being in the twilght between fear and hope.
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