The Age Of Miracles

"The past comes upon you like smoke on the air, you can smell it and find yourself gone
to a place that you lived without worry or care. Isn't that where we all once came from?

Green leaves and tall trees and stars overhead and the sound of the world through the screen
But now you sleep with the covers pulled over your head and you never remember to dream

You think you're just standing still, one day you'll get up that hill
In the age of miracles, is one on the way?

Greenland is melting, the west is on fire but don't ever stop praying for rain.
It's a curious place between hope and desire - different gods but the prayer is the same.

And a thousand-year storms seem to form on a breeze, drowning all living things in their paths
And when a small southern town finds a rope in a tree, we're all once again trapped in the past.

It seems we're just standing still, one day we'll get up that hill.
In the age of miracles, is one on the way?

We can fly through space with the greatest of ease, we can land in the dust of the moon.
We can transform our lives with the tap of the keys, still we can't shake this feeling of doom.

But I woke to find monks pouring into the streets marching thousands strong into the rain.
Now, if courage comes dressed in red robes and bare feet, then I'll never be fearful again.

If I'm just standing still, one day I'll get up that hill
In the age of miracles, there's one on the way, there's one on the way, there's one on the way..."

- MCC