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The wine you spill, the bread you steal
The European sick you heal
The crown of thorns that you can’t feel
The table sags with you last meal …
The coloured glass, the piles of stones
The clicking beads like dialing tones
The incense scent in smokeless zones
The noise, the praise, the fevered moans …
It’s like a miracle
A miracle we’ve come this far
It’s like a miracle
Miracle and then some more …
From the manger to the abattoir
It’s miraculous that we’ve all lasted
Deserted, starved, unfed and fasted
You left us hungry, unsustained –
We planted grain
But it just rained, it rained and rained and rained
The unmade road, the son of Cain
The fallen women raised again
The ranters, shakers we cal sane
The pious souls of Bloemfontein
It’s like a miracle
A miracle we’ve come this far
It’s like a miracle
Miracle and then some more …
From the manger to the abattoir
The mitre hat, the shepherds’ crook
The true believers you forsook
The carnivals, the bloody book
The lamb hangs butchered from a hook