That the lame could walk That the deaf could hear And the mute talk
How is it that the sea obeyed
And that the nets were filled How could the prophets know That The Son was destined to be killed
How is it that the wise men came
To praise the newborn King How on earth were shepherds picked To hear the angels sing
How is it that King David
Could write about the cross Knowing that Messiah's sacrifice Would signal Satan's loss
How is it that the leper
Could see his hands made clean How could it have happened And what could it mean
How could His chosen people
Turn upon The Son And let a ruthless killer free As they scourged The Holy One
How did the water turn to wine
And how was the stone rolled away How could He speak so assuredly Of how He'd rise that day
How is it that the veil was torn
And that a virgin bore a Son How amazing that He'd die for us So our victory could be won How is it that Lazarus rose And that He walked upon the sea How could He forgive the tormentors As He hung upon the tree
How is it that Bethlehem was chosen
That His birthplace was foretold That John The Baptist spoke of Him In words so sharp and bold
How is it that His disciples fled
On that fateful night Only to die a martyr's death Convinced that He was right
How is it that we go on living
As if His words weren't true How amazing that He still awaits Sinners like me and you
The Romantic Story of the Mayflower Pilgrims - And Its Place in Life Today: With Introductory Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and John Greenleaf Whittier