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Miracle - Riley Clemmons


Lyrics,

I've heard all the stories
Hundreds of times
The light and the glory
The wonders and signs
I never imagined
Or dared to believe
That something so holy
Could happen for me

But standing here with you
No way I could deny
The God who walked on waves
Sent you to change my life

I used to think
Miracles had to be
Water turned to wine or
The parting of a sea
But when I look in your eyes
I see heaven break through
And it's making me believe
My miracle is you

My words can't explain it
But my heart knows it's real
'Cause my broken pieces
Have started to heal
Like truth for a doubter
Like sight for the blind
Your love shows me power
From something divine

I used to think
Miracles had to be
Water turned to wine or
The parting of a sea
But when I look in your eyes
I see heaven break through
And it's making me believe
My miracle is you
Hou-ouh-ouh, It's you
Hou-ouh-ouh!

Somehow you were the answer
To all the prayers I prayed
I guess that's what they meant by
Mysterious ways

I used to think
Miracles had to be
Water turned to wine or
The parting of a sea
But when I look in your eyes
I see heaven break through
And it's making me believe
My miracle is you

Yeah, it's easy to believe
My miracle is you
Hou-ouh-ouh, It's you

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