Miracle

A little shade will grow into a tree
Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps
Who on Earth can fathom  who on Earth can know
You are but a thought in your maker's eyes
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 the crutch
That will see you through to the very last
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
Past which side we really see
Pride and lust is our disease
And the cure is you  little miracle