From Miracle to Miracle: A Song of Jewish Faith and History

Before the kingdom, before the throne, our names were

written in His light. A covenant carried,

a promise given, a people walking through the

night. Fire before us, Pharaoh behind.

Sea at our feet, no road to find. Then

waters opened, dry land appeared.

He spoke through wonder, why should we fear?

We live from miracle to miracle. Hey, hey.

The impossible made visible. Hey, hey.

When every road disappears, He speaks to us through His

miracles. Ki tov Adonai

l’olam chasdo v’ador vador

emunato. Ki tov Adonai l’olam

chasdo v’ador vador

emunato. Oh, hey.

Jericho standing, walls to the sky.

Trumpets were calling, stones fell before our eyes.

No mighty army, no human plan. One

more reminder we walk in His hand. Exile and

wandering, centuries gone. Jerusalem whispered

inside every song. Far from the mountains, far

from the sand. Then ships crossed the water,

we came home to our

land. We live from miracle to

miracle.

The impossible made visible.

When every road disappears, He speaks to us through His

miracles. Ki tov Adonai

l’olam chasdo v’ador vador

emunato. Ki tov Adonai l’olam

chasdo v’ador vador emunato.

Oh. A tiny nation, armies around. Six days of

thunder, we held our ground. Yom Kippur morning,

sirens and war. Out of the darkness, we rose

once more. Entebbe midnight, wings through the black.

Across all the distance, we brought our people back.

One night in Uganda, the whole world could see, sometimes

the impossible bows to

destiny.

He speaks to us through His

miracles. Ki tov

Adonai. From miracle to miracle. Hey, hey, hey.

The impossible made visible. Hey, hey, hey.

Rockets above us. Above us. Children below. Oh.

Fire meets fire, the Iron Dome glows.

Night after night, the heavens ignite.

A shield in the darkness, a line made of light.

War after war, storm after storm. This little

land should have been torn. Yet morning keeps coming,

the flag meets the sun. Again against numbers, again we

overcome. And today, high in the sky, a

plane in danger, lives passing by.

One breath from disaster, one moment from gone.

But somehow the people were carried

safely

home. And there He was

again. Not in a story. Not long

ago. Not in the pages of

Jericho.

Today,

He spoke to us through His miracle.

Ki tov Adonai l’olam chasdo

v’ador vador emunato. So tell me

my people, what do we fear? How many

wonders must bring us here? How many oceans?

How many skies? How many times must the impossible

rise? We have seen the waters. We have seen the walls.

We have crossed the exile. We have answered the call.

We have flown through Entebbe. We have watched rockets fall.

And today from the heavens, He

reminded us all.

We live from miracle to miracle. From miracle to miracle.

Now we know, now we know. Now we know.

There is nothing, nothing left to fear.

Ki tov Adonai l’olam chasdo v’ador

vador emunato. Nothing left to

fear. He speaks to

us through His miracles. Ki

tov Adonai l’olam chasdo v’ador

vador emunato. Nothing left to

fear.

He speaks to us through

His miracles. Hey!