The Happenstance of Happy stance

A smell of Sobriety and yet spices
A touch of sweetness delights me
This mood of this hallowed day
The remembrance of such special Sunday

Can only but make my taste buds tingle
And to the crossed....Here's to you Mr Fickle
It is a special day indeed
To see but one soul redeemed

A feast I must make open for my son
Whose return whose beloved I have become
A call out I must make to one and all
Here comes my son who left last fall

Amen God be praised
To you both hands I raise
To say but a humble thank you
For all the awesome things you do