Are we all to busy
To see the miracles everyday
The way the sun rises
And the beams we call a ray
The blue of the sky
Fills as far as we can see
The white of the clouds
That’s a miracle to me
The music of the birds
That chirps a song from God
Only he knows the words
From him they were taught
The flowers stand in amazement
As they grow strength from the ground
Then another I call a miracle
He sends his love in rain down
Then there’s the miracle of his promise
As his rainbow fills the sky
He said no more water will destroy
But will be fire next time
The green of the grass
That tickles our feet as we walk
All a miracle to me
All a miracle from God
Then there are the mountains
That stands with great and mighty awe
They’ve grown beyond the minds of man
Our God as told them how tall
Then there are the oceans
That flow from end to end
A miracle still man searches
But only God knows where it’s been
One of the greatest miracles
We see each and everyday
The miracle of a baby’s birth
Most precious he sends our way
The most complicated we see
The miracle of a man
He created and sent to earth
To praise him as only he can
We must never forget
All is a miracle to our eyes to see
Everything God breathes on
Is a miracle to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet and sentimental write; nice job!