Miles - Nichole Nordeman

There’s a mother on her knees

Somewhere in San Francisco

Looking up and begging please

God, do not forget me now

Her baby’s on machines

'Cause his heart can not keep beating

And she knows what desperate means

'Cause the clock is ticking down, down

And hope rushed in like waves

That someone might just save the day

And if heaven’s just a prayer away

Then why she cries, would God not change things?

It may be miles and miles, before the journey’s clear

There may be rivers, may be oceans of tears

But the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding

Is the hand that will be holding you for miles

There’s another mother on her knees

Somewhere in San Francisco

Looking up and begging please

God, do not forget me now

It happened like a dream

He was laughing, he was running

And she heard the sirens scream

When her little boy fell down, down

And she had never known

The agony of letting go but

A few miles down the road

His heart would find a baby boy

Just in time

It may be miles and miles, before the journey’s clear

There may be rivers, may be oceans of tears

But the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding

Is the hand that will be holding you for miles

One moment someone whispers «thank you»

Just then another heart cries «How could you?»

When Jesus, who sees us, He says

«I hear you, I’m near you»

And the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding

Is the hand that will be holding you for miles