Miracle Maker Poem by Anna Petrashishina

I'm waiting here for my life to change.
I open my heart and give you authority to rearrange.
Just one touch is all I need.
So I open your word and start to read.
I find that I'm nothing but the wounds I feel.
In every verse I step in, I find love that's real.
I'm looking for the hand of the miracle man.
who existed before the world began.
The angles cry 'Holy, Holy, Holy! '
'Worthy is the Lord, God Almighty! '
Savior, Healer, I'm staring in the face of the miracle maker.
The world cries out Creator!
One glance at you has rearranged me.
My blindness has been healed and now I can see you are Holy.
I'm staring in the face of the miracle maker.
My soul cries out, 'He is my savior! '
Who was and is and is to come.
And one day will be the destroyer of every atom.
I will follow my miracle maker, in every step he took.
I'm standing in the faith of the miracle maker because he's changed my outlook.