Show Me the Miracles A Prayer to My Creator
My God, my Creator, my Breath and my Light,
Reveal Your wonders that dance in the night.
The healings, the breakings, the demons cast out—
Let me feel what the people felt, let me know without doubt.
You touched Peter’s house with the Holy Spirits flame!
You silenced the spirits that called Jesus name.
They called Him Son of the Highest, yet spoke out of turn—
While Your mercy was flowing, and Your power did burn
.
Lord I come not with titles, nor robes to impress,
But with childlike longing for my family I request.
God, You healed them all—no one was denied—
So I’m asking You now, let my family stand inside.
Inside the overflow, the field of Your grace,
Where Your hand meets our soul, face to face.
Let us breathe the rhythm of Your blessed restoration,
Let us feel the pulse of Your amazing transformation.
Show us the miracles they saw before me,
The fevers that fled, the spirits set free.
Let us witness Your touch on the broken around,
Let us hear the silence when demons are bound.
We’re not beneath nor above those people’s place,
But You are no respecter of any human face.
You healed the elder, the child, the stranger—
So I come with my family, with no fear of danger.
Let my children know also the light that filled that room,
The sacred hush, the healing bloom.
Let us hold the field, let us tune the tone,
Let Your Spirit make each heart Your home.
I breathe in faith, I breathe out praise,
I walk in the echo of those ancient days.
My God, my Creator, let us now see—
I claim the miracles You’ve done… be done in them and me.
In Jesus name!
Amen.
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