My father wouldn’t talk to my own brother

And then he stayed mad at my own mother

So for that I preached, and I prayed and I cried

Now through wonders they are at each others side

So now this sounds odd and probably quaint

But if I perform another miracle will I be a saint.

If a Pope performs a miracle he becomes a saint

That is what I read and heard and I think its quaint

But not one miracle, he must perform two

I guess if the first was falsify then the second one will do

But what is a miracle this if I need to ask

Is it a cat that talks or a dog that laughs,

Isn’t it a Miracle when a child is born

And Isn’t it a miracle when a sinner loves the Lord

Or is it a miracle when someone is cured of the flu

And I wander if that one miracle, would really do.

Also you must be pure and you must be Kind

Then be virtuous, prudent and devout all the time.

So if I forgive my wife the adulterous and the whore,

Whom in Scotland was known to be at all mans door,

If I forgive the sins she committed against others and me

Also with the lying and the using and the hate I did see,

And the whoring she did here behind my back

With integrity and soul and compassion she did lack

If I could cover all her evils with a coat of black paint

I mean if there was that much paint, would I be a saint.

As I been told hat would be a miracle true and true

Taking the sin out of a heart that was never loyal or true,

Taking the cheating out of a heart that’s born to cheat

Be like stopping the blood from that heart that beats,

So through the grace of GOD and compassion of man

I think whole heartily that will be my life’s plan

Forgive her of sins she committed against me and others

So the sins wont befall upon her daughters or even her mother

So as I say I forgive her, I feel as though I might faint

But If I perform this miracle, I know I will be a Saint.

Randy L. McClave