When you got there
I was sure you'd come too late
we all paid you lip service
than address our prayers to fate
sister gone
she tripped and fell
a prodigal hell
and do I dare believe you'll reach
such a long lost cause
wrapped in gauze
as good as dead
she's breathing...
Chorus:
My lord
she's a miracle child
I know
she's a miracle child
I saw
how she'd chosen the grave
My lord
It's a miracle save
When she woke up
we were dumbstruck at the sight
Like coming out of a coma
All she asked for was more light
Fluttering eyes
Life from a tomb
You flooded her room
with a fearsome mercy
Torn from the devils grip
