You don’t see miracles,
Because they are hard to explain,
They dont have a start and and end point,
Not a storyline or villan to blame.

There is no hero,
Only the solumn humans who pray,
Believe in the highest power,
Give my faith over,
Tread wobbly on his stable rocks,
One by one they appear,
Strudy and faithful are God’s hands.

He mends the unmendable,
He heals the sick,
He made the tiny tubes for my son fit.

The miracles that save,
The miracles that heal,
My son’s veins and brain and body held together,
He didn’t let his veins collapse.
He held his veins up strong,

He was always holding on,
Matthews life’s a blessing,
Unexplainable and true,
I am thankful everyday for the son I have to call my little dude,
For miracles aren’t seen, reported on or explained,

But to have a little faith,
God grew a miracle from my tiny infant boys on the brink of collapsing veins.

This story isn’t over, he’s got his whole life ahead,
The unexplainable boy, who recovered from his very near death bed.

14 months has gone by,
And I’m healing more each day,
Tears come and go,
And my faith remains the same.

Thank you God for letting my son call me Mum and for blessing my family with his presence in our lives each and every day.

Amen.