The Miracle
Malvina Reynolds
Oh, what a piece of work is man
How marvelously wrought
The quick contrivance of his hand
The wonder of his thought
Why need we look for miracles
Outside of nature's laws
When man is what to wonder at
With every breath he draws
But give him room to move and grow
But give his spirit play
And he can make a world of light
Out of the common clay