HOLY NOW
(Peter Mayer)

When I was a boy each week, on Sundays we would go to church,
Pay attention to the priest, and he would read the holy words.

And consecrate the holy bread, everyone would kneel and bow,
Today the only difference is, everything is holy now.
Everything, everything, everything is holy now.

When I was in Sunday school, we would learn about the time,
Moses split the sea in two, and Jesus made the water wine.

I remember feeling sad, miracles don't happen still,
Now I can't keep track, everything is a miracle.
Everything, everything, everything is a miracle.

Wine from water is not so small, but an even greater magic trick, is that anything is here at all.
So the challenging thing becomes, not to look for miracles, but find them where there isn't one.

When holy water was rare at best, could barely wet my fingertips,
Now I have to hold my breath, I'm swimming in a sea of it.

There used to be a world out there, heaven's second-rate hand-me-downs,
I'm walking with reverend air, everything is holy now.
Everything, everything, everything is holy now.

Read a questioning child's face; say it's not a testament, that'd be very hard to say.
See another new morning come, say it's not a sacrament, I'll tell you that I can't be done.

This morning outside I stood; I saw a little red-winged bird,
Shining like the 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.

There used to be a world out there, of heaven's second-rate hand-me-downs,
I'm walking with reverend air, everything is holy now.
      
                Peter Mayer