From the recording Walk on Solid Ground
Words and music by Gene Mills (BMI)
Gene Mills, guitar and vocals; Gayla Mills, bass and vocals; Ivan Rosenberg, dobro, Cody Martin, drums
Lyrics
Standing in the checkout line,
I see a 2-inch high headline:
"Jesus' face appears on door
of farmer's shack in Ecuador"
People come from miles around
to stand on that holy ground
and feel that warm, wood-grained stare
and leave their votive candles there
Chorus
They say it's a miracle, it's a miracle,
it's a miracle, and it cannot be explained.
I should give that rag a call,
because the morning shadows fall
on my table where they trace
a perfect image of your face
When the sun has climbed some more,
the image falls down on the floor,
then it fades and then it's gone,
but it returns with every dawn
Chorus
I know it’s a miracle, it's a miracle,
it's a miracle, and it cannot be explained.
I know there are skeptics who
claim not to see what's clear and true.
They say that what you seek you find,
but who's to say they're not blind?
Like those pilgrims far away,
I light a candle and I pray,
and ask to be released from pain
and hope it isn't all in vain.
Chorus