Today is a good daynTo flex the muscles of the wearynA Miracle's a miracle nEven when it's ordinarynnWe will walk on the water nEven though it seems scarynIf someone will show us the waynn*I messed up*n*No you didn't. One. Two. Three. Four.*nnI shook hands with the mannWho honestly thinks he'snThe grandson of JesusnWith a penchant for pinchiesnnHe served us communionnOf cola and twinkiesnI guess everyone has their own viewnnHe stood on his soapboxnAnd told us a parablenOf a man with eye-glassesnSo small they're unwearablennAnd the moral of the storynis that all looks terriblenDepending on what you look throughnWhat you look throughnnHe said, Do unto yourselfnAs you do unto your neighbornIt's not an eye for an eyenIt's a favor for a favornnAnd it's okay if this world nHad a billion saviorsn'Cause there's so many things to be savednnTake my words with a boulder of saltnOr blame it on your devilnAlways the scape-goat's faultnWe all point fingers when it comes to a haltnWill somebody show us the way?nShow us the way