Your Own Miracle
If every tongue were stilled the stones would turn and sing
For as the Father has willed so too shall His only Son bring
Curing all the desperately ill, enabling the blind to now see
Eight Beatitudes from atop a hill as later He'll a calm a sea
Seeking out a woman at a well or a tax collector in a tree
They would then go to tell how the Lord had set them free
All those demons Jesus cast out like the one's here today
And yet people sink in doubt and don't even bother to pray
He walked on that turbulent sea and commanded the wind
Dying to set us free as it was only He who had not sinned
Just the power in such a voice and such a love in His Heart
Look at how His People rejoice in knowing they are a part
He changed hearts, minds and ways He can change you too
You owe him all your praise despite the conclusion you drew
Changing water into wine such a transformation that's true
Pickled by an earthly brine is not what He planned for you
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