Little Miracles
by Andra Moran & Sam Hawksley
copyright 2011, all rights reserved
Fingerprints on a window pane
Daffodils in the pouring rain
Your smile in the morning,
Little miracles.
Sunlight on the summer grass
The way you move, the way you laugh
Pebbles in a rushing stream,
Little miracles to me.
Little miracles, little miracles every day
Little miracles, little miracles coming my way
Water into Canaan wine
The hand and mud that healed the blind
If you seek, you just might find little miracles.
“Unless you see signs and wonders
You will never believe”
Hundreds of signs and wonders, right in front of me.
Fish and bread for a hungry crowd,
A raging storm that calmed down
My quiet heart singing loud, “Little Miracles!”
Little miracles, little miracles every day
Little miracles, little miracles coming my way
