John Mark McMillan | 2 years ago
"Magic Mirror" live form my basement studio in Charlotte, NC.
It stunned me as I set my glass down to deal with the dog. I stepped back to see the wine and our broken communion bread resting on the kitchen table between sketches of Zelda, legos, and smellable markers. The blood and body of Christ surrounded by our own hilarious lives. I thought to myself “home has also become a sacred space”. Then again, “it was never not”.
Has Covid taught us anything? What have you learned in 3 months of isolation? (post in the comments)
Lyrics:
Bloody like my savior king you came to me
I'll admit that I've not always had eyes to see
Are you some kind of magic mirror?
Come to show to me God with my own face, oh
Are you some kind of magic mirror?
Come to show to me God in time and space, oh
I saw the outline of my maker dancing backlit
By the rays of your incandescent light
I saw the figure of my Father shadow dancing
By the flames of your electric desire
I saw God
The writing on my walls is orange and pink and blue
I come home to find the evidence of you
Are you some kind of sacred spirit?
Come to show to me God with my own face, oh
Are you some kind of magic mirror?
Come to show to me God in time and space, oh
I saw the outline of my maker dancing backlit
By the rays of your incandescent light
I saw the figure of my Father shadow dancing
By the flames of your electric desire
I saw God
I saw God
I saw the outline of my maker dancing backlit
By the rays of your incandescent light
I saw the figure of my Father shadow dancing
By the flames of your electric desire
I saw God
I saw God
