Water to Wine
Life was hard and tiresome
Ground beneath a tyrant’s heel.
Long inured ’til they were numb —
Then the water turned to wine.
Celebrating, no one knew
God in flesh did revel there:
Dancing, singing, frolicking —
Then the water turned to wine.
On the cross, all hope seemed gone:
Love was slain, the sun went dark.
Then the dead rose with the dawn
And the water turned to wine.
I was drifting, lost at sea,
Drowning in what they call “truth”
When the Saviour set me free
And turned the water into wine.
After forty days and nights
Rainbow colours fill the sky:
Through the clouds, I see the light
And the water turns to wine.
In the mirror seen so clear
That is who I’m meant to be
God created me so queer
And turned the water into wine.
Love is not a set of chains,
Or a whip to keep in line;
Burn it all and what remains:
Water transformed into wine.
