Miracles roamed the earth a million, billion years ago.
It comes as no surprise there's still a few around today.
Relics of the unexplained phenomena expounded
Point by point to no avail,
Their meaning lost along the way.
Earth revolves in time and space.
Mere mortals can't explain the why,
The where, the when it all began.
Conjecture humbly waits its' turn.
Theory poses to expose the truth
In all its' glory,
But theories must be proven
Or else they crash and burn.
So, we believe in miracles.
Why not buy the farm?
A shield to raise against all fears...
A quilt to keep us warm.
There is so much our feeble minds
Will never understand. That's why
Miracles accompany the walk of every man.
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