With Faith Miracles Still Occur

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.