Miracle Stories

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100 Million Miracles

I speak to the dark things of this Earth.
To Neda with the cameo face
shielded by a silk black veil, down,
shot, waiting in the streets of Iran.
To a Father and his handicapped sons.
Who tests handicaps, anyway? No one
is perfect except you, Jesus.
A woman desires the perfect husband.
Her unknown heart seeks you, O Lord.
Not the bullets in the street.
Why, why, each man asks? The dark
side is the evil one. God knows
each place. He knows the nations.
�Take up your daily cross and follow me.�

I speak to the inmate at the work camp
in the Orient, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans
everything, tortured for his words.
I speak to the fortunes of war
in mud, in tents, in black water, starving
in flies. I speak to the blood of martyrs
over the Earth�the men, the women.
Lord, nothing is impossible to you!

I speak to the big things, the darkness is big.
I speak to him who boasts, �I don�t
believe in hell. I�m carved with the mark
of the beast.� He brags.
Only days from death. Only moments from hell.
He won�t believe. He won�t perceive the light
blinding his eyes, so bright. He won�t see
the darkness within, even at the gates.
�Jesus came to destroy the works of the
devil.�

I speak to the suffering in wheelchair, disease,
pain, braces. To the broken, the persecuted, the
divorced, in body, mind, heart, or soul. I speak
to your blinding light, O Lord, in every eye. See!
I speak to something really big, worldwide.
�For the whole Earth will be filled with the
knowledge of the Glory of the Lord as the waters
cover the sea.�
I speak to the mountain not by sight....
Wait! a tsunami swells on the distant skyline. See!

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