Mirabilia

(Miracle)

In search of a phoenix amongst the ashes,
Hoping for a rise indeed,
Looking at the clear blue sky,
Hoping for an Eden on earth.
Cloud's forming slowly to send you inside,
If the storm hits, the phoenix might not rise,
The sun must be held high,
For the phoenix to awake.
That's the tale you've been told,
And so you believed,
Now it seems time moves faster,
Anticipation gets the best of you.
The sun is setting in the west
And you're shivering with cold,
You said to yourself;
It's too late, my time is done,
As though you're in charge.
Forget the tales you've been told,
Hope in the master of time,
From your ashes, you shall rise,
Not according to your terms,
But according to the will of the Lord
Who's never late,
He's just in time.
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