Ordinary Miracles

Ordinary Miracles: (4:23)

Contact: Susan Shann (615) 351-3886
mysticsmantramusic@gmail.com

Writer: Susan Shann, ASCAP
Publisher, PRO: Mystics Mantra Music, ASCAP

Release date: 8/1/2018

Produced by Chip Martin, Chip Martin Productions
Additional production, mixing and mastering by “Ren” Renfree, Aren Creative

Susan Shann: guitar, vocals
Chip Martin: additional guitars, bass

ORDINARY MIRACLES / Susan B. Shann / © 2016

A little girl picks up a spiral shell
Holds it to her ear, hears the ocean swell
From a thousand miles, she feels it in her veins
Like an ancient call to return again to the sea

A little boy catches a firefly
Cups it in his hands, tries not to let it die
When its light goes dim
He feels a vacant space, as though a part of him
Had taken its place

Ordinary miracles, so connected to this world
Such a part of all that is
Ever drawn into the pull of her tides
The song of her seas, the pulse of her rain
The movement of the wind through the trees
Ordinary miracles

And like the seasons, we must change
Die to the old and be born again
‘Til ashes to ashes, dust to dust
We return to the earth, as we must
As we must

CHORUS as above

And when the darkness fills our eyes
We’ll await the dawn that brings a new sunrise
With a mighty faith like a warrior’s shield
We’ll carry on, until our lives become
This truth revealed

This ordinary miracle, so connected to this world
Such a part of all that is
Ever drawn into the pull of her tides
The song of her seas, the pulse of her rain
The movement of the wind through the trees
Ordinary miracles