God of Miracles Twila Paris

Tiny baby, born too soon;
Not much future to hope for
Tears and whispers fill this room
And hearts will burst with love...

And gifted hands will do their best
And care so very much
But it is not enough
It is not enough!

Chorus:
God of miracles, come and be with us
We will trust in you, to deliver us!
Kind and noble King, kneeling in the dust:
So predictable, so mysterious!
God of miracles...

Man and woman, once in love
Now her sad heart is shaking
Crying in the dark alone
Crying out for help!

And counselors will listen long
And care so very much
But it is not enough
It is not enough!