Move me no mountains, and part me no seas;
Just Everyday Miracles, Lord, if You please.
No castles of gold in some far distant land,
Just Everyday Miracles, to hold in my hand.

Nothing tremendous, stupendous, or grand;
My loved one beside me to walk hand in hand.
A song in the air in the cool evening breeze
To echo the songs of the birds in the trees.

Give me, dear Lord, for this day as I need,
And help me, dear Lord, both in word and in deed
Show someone who needs You, You'll always be there.
Such Everyday Miracles, Lord, in Your care.

   Jenny Genesoto
 

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