So you’re sitting at the movies. You’re watching how the story finds a way. And you’ve seen it all before, but still you love to see the hero save the day. It’s a window in the world, a little glimpse of all the goodness getting through. And all along the way the days are made of little moments of truth.
And every Sunday morning you can see the people standing in a line. They’re so hungry for some mercy, for a taste of the Communion bread and wine. It’s a window in the world, a little glimpse of all the goodness getting through. And all along the way the days are made of little moments of truth.
It’s the way the clouds are burning from the angle of the light as the earth is slowly turning you to meet it, and you’re watching at your window at the ending of the night--it’s as plain as day so any fool could see it: it’s a window in the world.
I can see the groom is waiting, he’s watching for the moment she appears. They are laying down their lives for love and Love is laying waste to all my fears. It’s a window in the world, a little portal where you get a better view. And the wonder of it all is all you need to see the goodness getting through. And all along the way the days are made of little moments--all along the way the road is paved with little moments of truth.
