A little shade will grow into a tree
Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps
Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know?
You are but a thought in your maker's eyesAnd I may not always believe
But you're nothing short of a miracleFeeble, tiny hands bound for greatness
You will rise and fall like the rest of us
Love will keep you up, and always be the crutch
That will see you through to the very lastAnd I may not always believe
But you're nothing short of a miracle
Clever minds will second guess
But to me, you're a living miracleSomething else comes over me
Grace has come to set me free
In your hands, you hold a new foreverWe may not always believe
Past which side we really see
Pride and lust is our disease
And the cure is you, little miracle
Songwriters
ABBY MANDAGI, JOSEPH GREER, LORENZO SILLITTO, TOBIAS JAMES DUNDASPublished by
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