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 guaze
as good as dead
she's breathing...
my Lord
she's a miracle child
I know
she's a miracle child
how she'd chosen the grave
my Lord
she's a miracle save
fluttering eyes
life from a tomb
you flooder 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