From the sheltering wood of His cradle To the crippling wood of the cross From the stony cave of a stable To the stony tomb of my loss I would see my Son rise to greatness But now, He's risen home to Thee He was my miracle from heaven A miracle
While he would escape Herod's danger He would not escape Satan's blow Though revered and worshipped by angels men and devils would scorn Him below He was daylight piercing the darkness But now, His days are gone from me He was my miracle from heaven A wondrous miracle
From the swaddling cloth of His birthnight cry To the crimson cloth of His grief First His mother's blood back in Bethlehem Then his own in Gethsemane He has drenched Himself in our suffering That our suffering might not be He brings this miracle from heaven For all who will believe We need His miracle from heaven Son, work this miracle for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
