Tiny miracle, seeming less than perfect in our eyes,
But totally perfect in our Father's eyes.
Oh to see the miracles through His eyes alone.
Questions fill our minds,
Confusion fills our time.
The explanation we seek Only our Father holds.
Oh to gain the faith to trust our Father's plan.
To know completely we are in His hands.
Give us the words to pray,
For Father we know not what to say.
Tears do not fully express our pain,
Our days are filled with rain.
May it be the rain from above,
Filled with our Father's love.
Tiny miracle from above...you've come to bring us our Father's love.
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