Miracles Like You

It was a back street, backwoods rendezvous
Didn't know what she was getting into
Thought she could take a chance on that street
Didn't know her life could change in just a heartbeat
Two months later and she still hasn't bled
Tells the boy she's pregnant and he sees red
He slaps her down, tells her she's mistaken
He can't be the father, she's gotta be fakin.

Seven months later, she's got a baby in her belly ready to come out
And the boy from that back street, backwoods rendezvous is nowhere about
Well, several hours and a whole lot of screams go by
And that baby's sucking in a lung-full of air to let out his very first cry
As the baby's screams fill the room
She takes him in her arms and whispers, "Hush, Boom-boom,
I don't know much about babies, but know this I do,
God doesn't make mistakes, He makes miracles like you."

When that little baby-boy turned five
He asked if his daddy was still alive
Much as it hurt her, she didn't tell him a lie
And he held her in his spindly little arms while she cried,
"Your papa's out there somewhere, not knowin' what he lost.
He didn't know the joy he'd get for paying the cost.
You see your papa and I never did marry
And he denied you were his baby I was carryin'."

That boy grew into a man, fine and strong
He held out a helping hand and admitted when he was wrong.
One day he met a girl trying to do what it takes
She told him her story, said she was one of God's mistakes.
It didn't take much to see how she was hurting, so mixed up in her mind
He lost his heart to her and he helped her to find
The Fates have a reason for everything they do
And as he always told her, "God doesn't make mistakes, He makes miracles like you"