A lot of us aren't clapping,
but miracles really happen.
By all accounts,
I'm suppose to be dead,
but I'm still here instead.
Live and in living color,
still chasing the dollar,
hanging out in the
ice cream parlor,
can't hardly get my neck
in my shirt collar.
In others words I lived to get fatter,
not that it really matter.
I still stack my food on a platter,
sometimes I'm a strike out batter.

I pray almost everyday,
try to see what the Lord
have too say.
He don't talk much,
and seems He's a little out of touch.
That's when we're awake,
close your eyes it's a different take.
It seems miracles occur
least when we don't expect.
Sometimes it's just the way
the Lord does his connect.

If it's not your day,
you won't be going away.
Maybe later,
you might get ate by a alligator.
Then it might be after while,
chewed up by a crocodile.
Whatever the means of leaving,
that day it won't be decieving,
then again it could be relieving,
or a goodbye blessing recieving.

Here's the catch,
you might won't to
use prayer for a patch.
If you'er into scientology,
trying to ignore the Lords
great creation of biology,

you can forget even thinking
about a miracle happening.
Also if you are an atheist
the same applies,
times get tough,
there will be no Godly cries.

When we don't believe in nothing,
we can't even fantasize about something.
The door of hope
is closed for the telescope.
No use even peeking,
when we don't believe,
there's a God speaking.

Nothing from nothing,
leaves zero,
whether we're a
coward or a hero.

Give me some miracles thoughts,
rather than some nothing noughts.
I've tried speaking to nothing,
got nothing back but nothing.
There's comfort in hope,
at least the mind can
travel and scope.

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