Beautiful song my almost-ex introduced me to recently, and I have meant to post the lyrics here for quite some time, but kept forgetting to. This is a song of my spirit, to be sure...
When I was a boy, each week
On Sunday, we would go to church
And pay attention to the priest
As he would read the Holy Word,
And consecrate the holy bread,
And everyone would kneel and bow...
Today the only difference is
Everything is holy now.
Everything is holy now . . .
When I was in Sunday school
We would learn about the time
Moses split the sea in two
Jesus made the water wine.
And I remember feeling sad
that miracles don't happen still...
But now I can't keep track,
'Cause everything's a miracle.
Everything's a miracle . . .
Wine into water is not so small,
but an even better magic trick
is that anything is here at all.
So, the challenging thing becomes
not to look for miracles...
but finding where there isn't one.
When holy water was rare at best
I barely wet my finger tips.
Now I have to hold my breath
like I'm swimming in a sea of it.
It used to be a world half there
heaven's second rate hand me downs
but I'm walking with a reverent air
cause everything's holy now.
Read a questioning child's face,
to say it's not a testament,
now that'd be very hard to say.
To see another new morning come,
to say it's not a sacrament,
I tell you that it can't be done.
This morning outside I stood
And saw a little red-winged bird
Shining like a burning bush,
Singing like a scripture verse.
It made me want to bow my head,
and I remember when church let out,
how things have changed since then...
everything is holy now.
It used to be a world half there,
heaven's second rate hand me downs.
I'm walking with a reverent air
'cause everything's holy now.
Lyrics by Peter Mayer Copyright 1999 (ASCAP)