Teksty: Newsboys. Take Me To Your Leader. Miracle Child.

when you got there
I was sure you'd come too late
we all pay you lip service
then 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...

my Lord
she's a miracle child
I know
she's a miracle child
and 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 devil's grip
from the clutches of fear
I can hear her dead heart beating

my Lord
she's a miracle child
I know
she's a miracle child
and I saw
how she'd chosen the grave
my Lord
it's a miracle save

we lose hope
we mumble our prayers
we seal off the stairs
and never dare believe your reach
can pass through stone
can lead a child home
can make the dead start blinking