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?
You were but a thought in your maker's eyes

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And 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
Love will keep you up, and always be a crutch
That will see you through to the very last

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And 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
(Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle)