Miracle
A little seed will grow into a treeLeaving us in wonder as it sleepsWho on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know?You are but a thought in your maker's eyes
And I may not always believeBut you're nothing short of a miracle
Feeble, tiny hands bound for greatnessYou will rise and fall like the rest of usLove will keep you up, and always be the crutchThat will see you through to the very last
And I may not always believeBut you're nothing short of a miracleClever minds will second guessBut to me, you're a living miracle
Something else comes over meGrace has come to set me freeIn your hands, you hold a new forever
We may not always believePast which side we really seePride and lust is our diseaseAnd the cure is you, little miracle