We all believed in miracles,
a candle in the dark;
To light the fire of endless hope,
with its glowing golden spark.

The air was filled with angels,
and reflective wraiths around;
With magic visions everywhere,
which never made a sound.

Quietly the moon dissolved,
within a starry sky;
And silver streams flowed mystically,
along the mountainside.

While all the margins of the earth,
are fading into space;
The Good Lord reaches out to us,
with sweet compassion on His face.