“When I was a [child] … we would go to church and pay attention … and everyone would kneel and bow. Today the only difference is, 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.”
“It used to be a world half there, heaven’s second rate hand-me-down.
Now I walk it with a reverent air, ‘cause everything is holy now.”
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. I remember when church let out.
How things have changed since then. Everything is holy now.