Miracles on Mondays It's the daily grind all week long And though I'm weak He is strong I raise my cup and take a sip And wonder what can I give

When this body is broken and can no longer be fixed I manage a smile as I look back on the life I have lived Reverently, I'll lift my hands to heaven and pray For you oh Lord have showed me the only way

We will soar like the eagle Gliding above the trees Taking flight as the angels Reaching mountain peaks

There will be no Thanksgiving Turkey No presents or Christmas tree But every day is Halloween When you live on the streets

May I have this dance With the Lord of the dance As fragile as I am To You I extend my hand

Dark clouds, windy skies. The rain begins as the angels cry. The train was there, His promise kept. Able to seat more though many seats were left.

Standing in the big big city Skyscrapers reach up and touch the sky It’s always busy here in the city As I watch everyone pass by

You make my world slow down I stop just to see your smile And if I dare look into your eyes I’ll be your prisoner for the night