In the town of Cana a wedding feast
Joyful hearts laughter increased
Guests are gathered spirits high
Underneath the Galilean sky
The wine runs dry a hush descends
"What shall we do?" the hosts contend
But in the crowd a whisper grows
For a miracle only He knows
Mary speaks to her son with grace
"They have no wine in this place"
"You know I can't be involved now?"
Yet compassion furrows his brow
The wine runs dry a hush descends
"What shall we do?" the hosts contend
But in the crowd a whisper grows
For a miracle only He knows
Six stone jars filled to the brim
Water turned to wine on a whim
"Draw some out" the master sips
Amazed at the taste on his lips
"The best for last" the master proclaims
Wine flows freely joy reclaimed
In this sign his glory shown
A humble start his power known
The wine runs dry a hush descends
"What shall we do?" the hosts contend
But in the crowd a whisper grows
For a miracle only He knows