I like these lyrics from a song by the Newsboys. A friend put me onto it 'cause it reminded them of my life/conversion and I can't help but agree. Plus, the words are great in general and really inspiring:
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
Lyrics: Steve Taylor, Peter Furler
You can find it on YouTube if you are interested in listening...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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