Milagre
Joyce Zanardi
Miracle
Miracle, the clay takes shape
And engages with the author
Sublime image, perfect likeness
Between work and sculptor
Who am I for you to remember my name?
Who am I to question?
You are the owner of time, the lord of history
I know you have my days in your hands
You are the source of life, you are my hope
I know you have the best for me, Lord
Who am I? Who am I?
For you to live in me
Miracle, you know my name
And long to hear my voice
With omniscience and infinite grace
You guide my steps
