Ev'ry newborn child, Ev'ry drop of rain
Ev'ry golden ray of sun, Each head of grain—
All are gifts from God; They reveal his way
Miracles performed by him sustain us each day

So, what are we to do with a gift so rare
But to love the One who gave it
And show him we care
No matter what we do, We never can earn it
This gift is still a gift—The miracle of life

Others may give up, Lose their will to try
Echoing the wife of Job: "Curse God and die."
We are not that way. Praise to God we give
Thanking him for ev'ry precious moment we live

So, what are we to do with a gift so rare
But to love the ones around us
And show them we care
No matter what we do, We never can earn it
This gift is still a gift—The miracle of life