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A song of hope |
| I look across the snow cover fields, I listen to carols echoing in the night, The wind howling at the cloud veiled moon, And I wonder if perhaps you are right... That science has proved God is a myth, That the time is past for miracles to occur, That we are doomed to live a hopeless life, And that faith cannot our passions stir. I feel the chill penetrating my bones, I listen for carols echoing in the night, My knuckles ache in the late December cold, And I wonder if perhaps you are right... That science has proved God is a myth, That the time is past for miracles to occur, That we are doomed to live a hopeless life, And that faith cannot our passions stir. I watch the clouds roll past, I see a distant star shine bright, I laugh and feel the pain melt away, And I know that faith and hope are right... That science has not proved God is a myth, That even today miracles still occur, That with life there is always hope, And that faith our passions stir. |