Tried to See

The miracle was the life we led
Without an aim
We descend
Like vultures
And a host
On the things we desire
Now my conscience is clear

The miracle was the life we led
Without indignation I submit
To the laws of life
The trace of selfish satisfaction
Follows me
As I walk through this place
To be rid of this
I speak
Of salvation

While the trace remains
As the mind dwells
On what it takes

The burning anointment
Of holy fire
The warmth of purity
Mother Mary
These things bring me to myself

The miracle wants us to listen
Have mercy
The god I tried to see
Was the god in front of me