… God needs to do some work on his “miracles” methinks. The “miracles” we have been receiving of late have been sorely lacking.
I was reminded of these lyrics, for some reason… “Birds on the roof of my mother’s house
I’ve no stones that chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mother’s house
Will sit on my roof someday
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
She counts all her children as a shield against the rain
Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain”
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I’d be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the Lazarus heart… (Lazarus heart,Sting)