The heroes falter. The saints get cranky.
Faced with the system, the prophets sell out
But now the meek find a voice again, and new heroes rise.
Source of all courage, always surprise me.

The air is poisoned. The streets are gutted.
Glass and concrete eat up the land
But now the waters renew themselves. The trees still grow.
Source of all beauty, always surprise me.

Feasts and seasons, faith and frailty, wounds and healing: always surprise me.
Hope and hatred, loss and passion. source of all beauty, always surprise me.
(chorus)

Our paths are charted, mysteries vanquished.
Call up the data. The priest can go home
But now the stars pierce our hearts again. The world is blessed.
Source of all wonder, always surprise me.

Chorus (source of all wonder)

When caring is useless, when trust is a scandal,
When nothing remains to believe anymore,
Source of all music, source of all marvels,
Source of all being, always surprise me.

Voices fall silent. Eyes reflect anger.
Hands touch in sorrow, unclasp, fall away
But now we gather to celebrate this bond rich and deep.
Source of all loving, always surprise me.

Chorus (extended)

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