People drifting from place to place, caught up in all life's troubles,
Barely take time to see another face, barely stop to feel a trace of love.
Too busy rushing to look around, see into the eyes of others.
Talking to ourselves, we don't hear a sound.
Where are we bound? Where are we bound?

CHORUS:
Make this journey a miracle. Make this journey my peace of mind.
Make this journey my contribution to the lives of all humankind.
Make this journey a miracle. Make this journey my dream come true.
Take this journey from inside me, and place it inside you.

People hurry through endless aisles of plastics and polyesters.
Backed up on the highway for a thousand miles, never look out to find a smiling face.
Conversation inside the head... upset for every reason.
What is it really the voices said? Love isn't dead. Love isn't dead.

CHORUS:
Make this journey a miracle. Make this journey my peace of mind.
Make this journey my contribution to the lives of all humankind.
Make this journey a miracle. Make this journey my dream come true.
Take this journey from inside me, and place it inside you.

Too busy rushing to look around, see into the eyes of others.
Talking to ourselves, we don't hear a sound. Where are we bound? Where are we bound?

CHORUS:
Make this journey a miracle. Make this journey my peace of mind.
Make this journey my contribution to the lives of all humankind.
Make this journey a miracle. Make this journey my dream-come-true.
Take this journey from inside me, and place it inside you.

PASSAGES (from Passages)
©1997, 1998 by Joy Katzen-Guthrie. All rights reserved.

I gaze upon the open waters. My feet are rooted in the sand.
And with each breath, I feel the force of life, echoing God's eternal plan.
How do I contemplate such beauty, the vastness of each galaxy,
Each blade of grass that hides a tiny soul, all part of God's divinity?

CHORUS:
Where have we been, where are we going?
We've touched so many generations with our own.
We have been travelers in the desert, but we have never been alone.
We journey to one destination, and gain compassion from our struggle, from our strife.
Now let us live in celebration of our passages of life.

We reach our hand out to another. We chart a path on endless seas.
We build a bridge to wisdom, peace, and joy ... a bridge that spans the centuries.
We've made our way through darkened forests, searching for light to lead us home.
Through paths of fear, we've found our way to faith. Now we no longer need to roam.

CHORUS:
Where have we been, where are we going?
We've touched so many generations with our own.
We have been travelers in the desert, but we have never been alone
We dwell in constant exploration, gaining compassion from our struggle, from our strife.
Now let us live in celebration of our passages of life.

So much to give, to make a difference. We form our heaven from this earth.
We share one dream, one timeless destiny that we've inherited from birth:
To plant a tree, to write a story, to meditate on stars above.
Each sunrise yields new treasures and rewards. We leave a legacy of love.

CHORUS:
Where have we been, where are we going?
We've touched so many generations with our own.
We have been travelers in the desert, but we have never been alone
We have a sacred obligation to gain compassion from our struggle, from our strife.
To live in celebration of our passages ... to live in celebration of our passages ...
Oh, let us live in celebration ... of our passages of life.