She fights the crowds of her hometown
The very streets her friends walked down
She's sick, she's dying
They all know
Exhausted wisdom of the world
She's still afflicted
Where is the cure?
Just touch the border of His clothes
There's no affliction He cannot ease
There is no captive He can't release
There is no wrong He cannot right
There is no lust He cannot tame
There's no unknown He cannot name
There is no cripple He cannot teach
To walk
To run
To dance
To fly
You are His miracle
Keep drawing nearer
You are His miracle
It's becoming clearer
You are His miracle
A few more steps
Reach out your hand and you will see
You are His miracle
Ready to be
Her fingertips touch garment thread
Her childlike faith
At last has lead her to
The very source of help
He turns and looks her eye to eye
It's God himself
And He replies
"Your simple trust has made you well"
There's no heart torn He cannot bind
There is no loss He cannot find
There is no mute He cannot teach To talk
To shout
To laugh
To sing
You are His miracle
Keep drawing nearer
You are His miracle
It's becoming clearer
You are His miracle
A few more steps
Reach out your hand, and you will see
YOU HAVE NO STORM HE CANNOT WHISPER
"Peace, be still"
YOU HAVE NO GIANT IN HIS NAME YOU CANNOT KILL
THERE'S NO HOLD ON YOU HE CANNOT SEVER
NOTHING IS TOO GREAT
NOT NOW, NOT EVER
You are His miracle
Keep drawing nearer
You are His miracle
It's becoming clearer
You are His miracle
A few more steps
Reach out your hand and you will see
You are His miracle
Ready to be.
Tony Melendez: You Are His Miracle
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