You Are His Miracle

She fights the crowd of her own town
The very streets her friends walk down
She's sick, she's dying, they all know
Exhausted wisdom of the world
She's still afflicted, where's the cure?
"Just touch the border of His clothes"

There's no affliction He cannot ease
There is no captive He can't release
There is no wrong He cannot right
There is no lust He cannot tame
There's no unknown He cannot name
There is no crippled He cannot teach
To walk, to run, to dance, to fly

You are His miracle
Keep drawing nearer
You are His miracle
It's becoming clearer
You are His miracle
A few more steps
Reach out your hand
And you will see
You are His miracle
Ready to be

Her fingertips touch garment thread
Her childlike faith at last had led
Her to the very Source of health
He turns and looks her eye to eye
It's God Himself and He replies
"Your simple trust has made you well"

There's no heart torn He cannot bind
There is no lost He cannot find
There is no mute He cannot teach
To talk, to laugh, to shout, to sing

You are His miracle
Keep drawing nearer
You are His miracle
It's becoming clearer
You are His miracle
A few more steps
Reach out your hand
And you will see

You have no storm
He cannot whisper, "Peace be still"
You have no giant
In His name you cannot kill
And there's no hold on you
He cannot sever
Nothing is too great
Not now, not ever, oh...

You are His miracle
Keep drawing nearer
You are His miracle
It's becoming clearer
You are His miracle
A few more steps
Reach out your hand
And you will see
You are His miracle
Ready to be