Happy Easter

Pam and I hope you are enjoying the springtime. We want to share a song I wrote in 1979.

You can see the updated lyrics developed with Nedi Rivera in 2019 below. If you enjoy this song, you can find more music on

Our Jesus Rose on Easter Morning

Mike Mirabella ©1979, 2019

*Additional verse: Nedi Rivera


Our Jesus rose on Easter Morning,

He came to sing a love song,

He came to be our friend.

When he returns in all his glory,

He’s going to find us singing

And his song will never end.

Jesus found us crying and dried our bitter tears,

Held us in his loving arms and told us not to fear;

Jesus died and set us free, then, rose again yes, we believe

He’s standing right beside us, sure as we are standing here.


Our Jesus rose on Easter Morning,

He came to sing a love song,

He came to be our friend.

When he returns in all his glory,

He’s going to find us singing

And his song will never end.

Before our Jesus found us, we were sinful and profane,

Pride was our affliction, ‘Lonesome’ was our name.

Then, somewhere in our misery, he shined his light that we might see,

We are worth redeeming; he loves us just the same.


Our Jesus rose on Easter Morning,

He came to sing a love song,

He came to be our friend.

When he returns in all his glory,

He’s going to find us singing

And his song will never end.

* Jesus rose so we could live our lives abundantly,

To sing a song of blessing and to dance eternally;

Jesus rose to show us love, and send the Spirit like a dove,

Who brings us all together in hope-filled ministry.


Our Jesus rose on Easter Morning,

He came to sing a love song,

He came to be our friend.

When he returns in all his glory,

He’s going to find us singing

And his song will never end.

Come Down from the Mountain

Come Down from the Mountain

Easter greetings from Mike and Pam Mirabella

Come Down From the Mountain

by Mike Mirabella

Papa Mike’s Music ©1982, 2019

He was a preacher, prophet, a teacher;

Weaver of stories, a page out of time,

Doctor, a healer, shepherd, a keeper;

He set the fire that burns in my mind.


He promised a kingdom, spoke of its glory,

Eternal salvation, of heaven sublime;

Told us to follow, to love all our neighbors;

That he’d never leave us, and we’d never die.


I’m not the kind to be touched by a dreamer,

Dreaming won’t mix with a practical mind;

Told him to show me some proof of his magic,

An angel from heaven, a star from the sky, (or)


Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

I tagged along just to see what would happen,

Trusting the stranger, wondering why;

Who could he be, what was he after?

I had to know, so, I bided my time.


I played the part, I was quick and amusing,

Doing my best not to step out of line;

But, my trying to please him was only a scheme,

Thought if I played my cards right, a kingdom was mine.


Just when I thought I could count on his favor,

He showed me the folly and sins of my life;

He could see through me, somehow, he knew me,

But old habits die hard, so again I replied,


Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

Who would have guessed he could capture so many?

All who would listen were swept in the tide;

Safe in his power, we stood at the ready,

Drunk with the courage, that flows with the wine.


Passions to drive him, good counsel to guide him,

Sure of a victory with God on our side;

We marched on the city to challenge his critics,

All singing his praises and primed for a fight.


Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

Fate be the trickster, prankster, the twister,

Harvest of plenty, thief in the night;

Wept as he blessed them; yet, they condemned him;

They beat, they laughed and they hung him to die.


We looked to creation for one, who could save him,

An army of angels, a sword spitting fire;

We screamed and we raged, but our screams were in vain;

Then our fear turned to hate and we began to cry. (You),


Come down, down, down from the mountain,

They say you’re a prophet, they say you’re Divine;

Come down, down, down from the mountain.

If you are the Promise, then show me a sign.

Were we just fools to have followed a dreamer,

A fraud, a deceiver, another who lied?

Cast in the darkness, lost in the madness’,

With no one to turn to and nowhere to hide.


“Run for your lives!” shouted voices around us,

“Stand up and fight!” cried the voices behind;

Frozen in fear, we broke and we panicked,

Our Master was dead, how could we survive?


Out of the pall of our fear and confusion,

A stranger stepped forth as a balm to our souls;

Calling our names, he knelt and embraced us,

Praising our God, as did our Master before.


Was this a dream? Could this be our Master?

Didn’t he die on that cold stormy night?

A dream or for real, his deeds held the answer;

Giving us hope and revealing a sign!


You came down, down, down from the mountain,

More that a prophet, more than divine;

You came down, down, down from the mountain,

You are the Promise. Yes, you are the Sign!



St. Patrick’s Day 2019 – Ode to Shay Black

St. Patrick's Day 2019 - Ode to Shay Black


Ode to Shay Black

On the Luck of an Irish Sailor

Here’s a seaman’s tale and I swear it’s true,

‘Bout Sailor Shay on the ocean blue;

Of his Irish Luck and how it came to be,

That he married the daughter of a mermaid queen!


Lie dee doo, lie dee dee,

Oh, for a life on the open sea;

Where clouds fly by and the wind blows free,

‘On The Luck Of An Irish Sailor.’


One strange day, quite unforeseen,

A storm sprang up with a mighty scream;

The masthead snapped and the rail broke free,

Shay was cast in an angry sea.


All seemed lost, but his luck prevailed,

When Shay caught sight of a mermaid’s tail;

Her hair faired blue, her eyes shone green,

A lovelier fish, Shay’d never seen.


They swam, what seemed for hours on hours,

‘Till they came to a bed of seaweed flowers;

There, she rolled him in her arms;

Shay’s heart was lost to her mermaid charms.


Lie dee dee, lie dee doo,

Oh, for life on the ocean blue;

I believe in a wish come true,

‘On The Luck Of An Irish Sailor.’


There’s more of the yarn you’ll want to read,

‘Bout Sailor Shay on the ocean sea;

Like the time he dined at a royal feast

And sang his songs for the mermaid queen.


Lie dee doo, lie dee dum

Oh, for a rhyming tale that’s fun;

Find us here on Amazon,

Or check out at MirabellaBooksWithSongs.com


Happy St. Patrick’s Day from Pam and Mike Mirabella

Illustration: Amy O’Hanlon

Poem: Mike Mirabella

Prodigal in F

Prodigal in F

Luke 15:13

Original authorship is in dispute. This version by Mike Mirabella, 2010


Feeling footloose and frisky, a foolish featherbrain fellow

Finagled his faithful father into forking over his fragment of the family’s farthings.


He flew far to foreign fields and frittered away his father’s fortune,

Frivolously flinging and feasting with faithless friends.


Finally, fragile, facing famine and fleeced by his fellows in folly,

He found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard!


Flushed and fairly famished, he would have fittingly filled his frame

With the food forage from his father’s fodder fragments.


“Phooey,” said the fainting feckless fellow, fetching fervently,

“Even my father’s faithful flunkies fare far fairer.”


Frazzled, frustrated, filled with foreboding and finally facing facts,

He fled forthwith to his forlorn family.


Falling at his father’s feet, he fretfully floundered confessing, “Father, I have flunked

And have foolishly forfeited family favor.”


Unforeseen, but forbearingly, the faithful father, forestalling any further flinching,

Frantically flagged down his faithful functionaries to fetch forth frills and fancy frippery

and to fix a fabulous feast featuring the finest fatling in the flock.

Prodigal in F

However, the father’s faultfinding first-born frowned on his father’s fickle forgiveness

and flashed his fury at the fledgling’s frothy folderol.


But alas, the firstling’s futile fussing fell fixed and forgotten,

For the farsighted father figured such filial fidelity as befitting and fine.


“Now, what forbids fervent festivity, for our faraway fugitive is found.

Unfurl the flags with fanfares flaring! Let fun and frolic freely flow,

For former failures are forgiven!”


When folly is forsaken, forgiveness forms a firm foundation for future fortitude and fortune.

From Pam and Mike Mirabella


© 2019 Mike Mirabella

Celebrate Lovers’ Day

Mike and Pam Mirabella, Celebrate Lovers' Day


A Valentine Prayer ❤

When we awake this ‘Lovers Day,’

We’ll speak, ‘Our God’ and offer praise;

We’ll pause to ask for special grace,

When we awake this ‘Lovers Day,’


When we arise this ‘Lovers Day,’

We’ll thank our partner face to face,

Recall some kindness each has made:

A show of trust, an act of faith,

A gentle touch, a warm embrace.


If there is cause at all today

To wipe a tear or lay blame,

We’ll both agree to offer grace;

Spare each other from the shame,

Forgive the debt we can’t repay.


Let’s then, begin to celebrate

Our holy bond, this special day;

We’ll both rejoice as we proclaim:

Let every day be ‘Lover’s Day’!


-Mike & Pam Mirabella❤


© 2019, Mike Mirabella

Ode: Christmas in the Shadows of the Overpass

Ode: Christmas in the Shadows of the Overpass

Huddled up in lowly shelters, fending off our deep despair,

Bundled in what rags we’ve gathered, holding fast to constant prayer.

Passersby with words of pity toss us coins with smiles and stares,

Yet, our begging bowls go wanting, once again we’ve no’ to spare.

Still, we find the Season holy, keeping faith against our fear,

God’s promise of a new beginning, words of hope we long to hear.

When winter’s sting is passed from memory we’ll still recall, with grateful souls,

These trying times we’ve spent in bondage and the Christmas child who brings us hope.

Mike & Pam Mirabella, ©2018

Painting: Refugees La Sagrada Familia by Kelly Latimore

Best Buddies

Best Buddies

The song I Am So Like You is dedicated to our daughters, Carla Mirabella and Chloe Lipton.

Song: I Am So Like You  ©1977, Lenny Lipton & Mike Mirabella

Watch for the upcoming book I Am So Like You, from Mirabella Books and Songs


Carla and Chloe met in special education pre-school classes and remained the “best of buddies” all through their school years, including high school. Their unique friendship blossomed, although both girls were disabled and struggled with speech impediments. Carla, born with Down syndrome and Chloe, with cerebral palsy, both found happiness in each other’s company. They would act silly and make each other giggle for hours on end.

We believed that perhaps one reason for Carla’s and Chloe’s unique friendship was that their physical contact didn’t just begin and end during the school hours, as with most children. Lenny and Mike (their dads) knew that close friendships are difficult to maintain among special needs children and must be encouraged and nurtured. So, both dads went out of their ways to find time so that the girls could interact together outside as well as inside of school.

Weekend Fun

Saturdays and Sundays were special times for the girls, regardless of weather conditions. Lenny and Mike would take the girls to the mall on inclement days, or let them play on their front room rugs. On dry days, they would go to Tilden Park in Berkeley to a ride on the carousel or to the Oakland Zoo for the steam train. What fun we all had together.

Eventually, family dynamics changed and the Liptons and the Mirabellas grew apart. But both girls remained the best of friends until Carla’s untimely death in 2008.

Do you have any stories to share about friendships among special needs children? If so, comment here, we’d love to hear about them.

Individual Education Plan (IEP)

Individual Education Plan (IEP)

We are almost at the end of Disability Awareness Month (October). So, we would like to talk about a key legal right of special needs children in school, the Individual Education Plan, or IEP.

Does your special needs student (birth to 22 years old) have an IEP?

What is an IEP?

Here is an article that gives an overview of what an IEP involves. It also explains how to obtain an IEP from a school district.


In the 1980’s, the Disability Rights Education & Defense Fund (DREDF) lawyers assisted us in supporting our Carla’s IEPs. This meant Carla could mainstream into a traditional Kindergarten. Fortunately, both the teachers and administrators were helpful and encouraging.

As Carla progressed through her schooling, it was clear that her learning disabilities were being addressed. We could see she was learning to read and write. She also had access to speech therapy for which the Oakland Children’s Hospital was a resource to help guide the teaching staff. Then, during junior high school and high school, Carla focused on life skills. When she graduated from high school in 1993, Carla was selected to represent her special needs schoolmates as one of the speakers at her graduation. Next she continued on to Contra Costa Community College where she focused on the culinary arts.

Carla’s IEP fostered inclusion and life skills to prepare her to live independently in Napa for 14 years. And so, she paid her $400 a month rent and went to work every day. Both the Napa Regional Center and Community Connections Supported Living Services supported her Individual Service Plan, a program similar to an IEP.

Individual Education Plan (IEP)

How Audiobooks Support IEPs & Personalized Learning

“Audiobooks are for everyone. But for students with mental, physical, behavioral and emotional disabilities, audiobooks engage them in new and essential ways.”

For more detail, read the case study done by Rakuten Over Drive Education.


Let us know if this information was helpful, or if you have any comments or questions. In the future, we will bring you other tips and information to increase Awareness, Advocacy, and Action for special needs children.

The Kingston Trio and Me

Blog, The Kingston Trio and Me

The Kingston Trio and me go way back. Let me explain.

On September 20, 2018, I attended my 55th Lowell High School reunion held at the Spinnaker Restaurant in Sausalito CA.  Pam and I don’t get over to Sausalito often. So after the reunion we took a walk along the waterfront to see what had changed over the years.

The Trident and Kingston Trio

I wanted to revisit The Trident Restaurant in Sausalito, once owned by the Kingston Trio. The Trident holds some significance for me, as the Trio were my folk music heroes back in high school. And, in 1961 my high school folk singing group was honored by being invited to play our music for a group of San Francisco socialites. They had chartered a Blue and White Fleet boat (or was it Red and White?), to take the lot of us across the Bay from S.F. to Sausalito. It was to be the opening night of the upstairs room at The Trident. We were on our way to “the big time,” and we were thrilled. We all arrived at the pier and boarded the boat.

The Trident, Sausalito, once owned by The Kingston TrioMenu from The Trident, Sausalito CA

Rocking the Boat

The gig was not what we had expected, however. Once on board, we were told that we were only to entertain people on the boat going to and from Sausalito. Maybe we could sing a song or two on stage at the venue, if lucky. That would have been fine with us, if it were to be our only disappointment. But that night the San Francisco Bay was choppy, so it was almost impossible for us to sing and be heard above the motor noise. We also struggled to keep our balance while trying to stand and play our instruments as the boat rocked back and forth. But it didn’t matter so much that we couldn’t be heard; we were there!

The Trident, Sausalito CA

Up to that time my only association with the great Kingston Trio or any great group had been my long hours of listening to records and learning their music. But my imagination had no limits and I took this as a gig from God. Just think, only 15 years old and invited to play for a Trio function. That was enough!

 I can’t remember the composition of our high school folk group that year, other than Cathy, David and Steve. If you were also in the band that night, please blog in and share your impressions.  Mike