How can it be – The motions of my heart deny it; The story I see behind me, The imprints of my feet in the soil, Declare that it’s not so. Yet my eyes make my other senses fools; Fruit grows where I had only death, Flowers burst from the driest ground, Trees flourish where there was no water – How can it be? How can it be that I should gain – The ledger says that all is lost, That debts like mine cannot be paid And every day that I have lived Has shown this to be true. Yet my spirit sings another song; The poor in spirit sing with me. For blessed are the weakest and Loudest sing those who have mourned. In every unexpected joy – My God, how can it be?