How does a tiny seed become a mighty tree?
It's a miracle.
How does a sparrow fly in the boundless sky?
It's a miracle.
How can peace come to the spirit,
That has only known lifes storms?
How can a world that someones made so cold,
Change and become warm?
Its' the miacle of Jesus,
The gratest miracle of all.
He's so far beyond our simple minds,
Yet so near when sinners call.
All it takes is honest praying,
From an open seeking heart,
And the miracle of Jesus can start.
The baby Jesus cried and mother Mary sighed.
It's a miracle.
It was the Master's plan,
He'd live as God and man.
It's a miracle.
And the tomb just could not hold Him,
The stone was rolled away.
Our Saviour rose up to the sky.
He'll return for use some day.
Its the miacle of Jesus,
The gratest miracle of all.
He's so far beyond our simple minds,
Yet so near when sinners call.
All it takes is honest praying,
From an open seeking heart,
And the miracle of Jesus can start.
