God's telephone number


Until the music finds its way to us, I guess it's like a poem
that wants to grow up to be a song :)
C
Living a miracle with you
is something I want to do
You’ve given me the courage
to see it can come true
Not because your armor shines
every moment of the day
But when it dims, as armor does
You polish it with grace
Statues don’t need miracles
They don’t need at all
But when something rocks their base
They smash to pieces when they fall
Boys who grow to men
Can creak under their load
Flesh ‘n bones get so weary
Disappointments are so old
(bridge)
Just the stuff for miracles
Just the stuff for grace
You mix it up with Jesus
And miracles take place
Blind men gain their sight
Lame men dance with ease
But Pharisees go home unchanged
Cause they think they have no need
Living a miracle with you
is something I want to do
You’ve given me the courage
to believe it can come true
We’re just the stuff for miracles
We’re just the stuff for grace
As we mix it up with Jesus
We’ll see those miracles take place