MIRACLE FROM HEAVEN

(written by Kenneth Cope)

 

From the sheltering wood of His cradle

To the crippling wood of the cross

From the stony cave of a stable

To a stony tomb threatening loss

Some would see God’s Son rise to greatness

But now, He’s risen home to thee

He was a miracle from heaven

A miracle

 

While He would escape Herod’s danger

He would not escape Satan’s blow

Though revered and worshipped by angels

Men and devils would scorn Him below

He was daylight piercing the darkness

But now, His days are veiled from me

He was a miracle from heaven

A wondrous miracle

 

Miracles—I’ve known His miracles

But the miracle—His greatest miracle . . .

 

From the swaddling cloth of His birth-night cry

To the crimson cloth of His grief

From His mother’s blood back in Bethlehem

To His own on Calvary

He has drenched Himself in our suffering

That our suffering might not be

He brings this miracle from heaven

For all who will believe

We need His miracle from heaven

Lord, work Your miracle for me

 

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