A little seed
Will grow into a tree
Leaving us in wonder
As it sleeps
Who on earth can fathom
Who on earth can know
For you were but a thought
In your makers eyes
I may not
Always believe
But you’re nothing short
Of a miracle
Feeble tiny hands
Bound for greatness
You will rise and fall
Like the rest of us
But love will keep you up
And always be the crutch
That will see you through
To the very last
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 miracle
Something else
Comes over me
Grace has come to set me free
In your hands you hold a new forever
We may not always believe
Blessed with sight
We rarely see
Pride and lust is our disease
And the cure is you
Little miracle