Miracles
Miracles
Rivers run dry hold your
hands to the sky, Feel the
shivers as you cry.
Seal my "sourful soul" before
I cry a river of tears
for you, I will die.
Please bring my children back in
the fold, As I know the Lord
provides miracles to the soul.
Sing me a lulaby from the sky
as I hold my hands high.
Only you can dry my eyes and
take this lonliness as you
perform miricles from the sky.
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