Jesus Culture - Miracles Lyrics

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The One who made the blind to see

Is moving here in front of me, moving here in front of me

The One who made the deaf to hear

Is silencing my every fear, silencing my every fear


[Chorus:]

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles


The One who does impossible is

Reaching out to make me whole

Reaching out to make me whole

The One who put death in its place

His life is flowing through my veins

His life is flowing through my veins


[Chorus x2:]

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles


The God who was and is to come

The power of the Risen One

The God who brings the dead to life

You're the God of miracles!

You're the God of miracles!

[x2]


[Chorus:]

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles


The God who was and is to come

The power of the Risen One

The God who brings the dead to life

You're the God of miracles!

You're the God of miracles!


[Chorus:]

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles

I believe in You, I believe in You

You're the God of miracles

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Jesus Culture - Miracles (Live/Lyrics And Chords) ft. Chris Quilala

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Meaning & Inspiration

When we talk about crafting a setlist, the danger is always the "miracle trap." We get so focused on the event of the miracle—the healing, the sight, the silence—that we forget the Person behind the event. Jesus Culture gives us a lot of high-energy theology here, but as I look at these lines, I find myself asking where the congregation is actually standing when the final chord fades.

"The One who put death in its place / His life is flowing through my veins."

There is an incredible, almost frightening intimacy in that claim. It echoes Paul’s words in Galatians 2:20, "It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me." That isn’t just a nice thought; it’s a radical restructuring of our existence. But here is the tension: when we sing this on a Sunday, are we actually owning the cost of that? To have His life flowing through our veins suggests that our own agenda, our own anxieties, and our own rights have to be held in check. It’s not just a declaration that He’s powerful; it’s an admission that we are empty vessels waiting to be occupied.

From a technical standpoint, this song is almost too easy to sing. That’s a mixed blessing. The melody is accessible, and the chorus repetition hooks into the memory immediately. But because it repeats so often, it risks becoming a mantra that loses its sting if we aren't careful. If we aren't tethering those "I believe" statements to the actual, bloody reality of the Cross, it’s easy for the congregation to treat "miracle" like a magic trick instead of a rescue mission.

"The One who made the deaf to hear / Is silencing my every fear."

That is a heavy line. We live in a world that is screaming, and for someone dealing with genuine, persistent, crushing anxiety, singing that can either be the most liberating moment of the service or the most isolating. If the person singing those words doesn't feel their fear "silenced" by the end of the bridge, do they feel like they’ve failed? Or worse, does the song fail them?

The landing here is meant to be one of absolute, unwavering conviction. It’s bold. It’s declarative. But for the person sitting in the back row who hasn't seen the miracle they’ve been begging for, this song leaves them in a precarious spot. Are we telling them that if they believe hard enough, the miracle follows? Or are we pointing them to the Risen One who defines Himself not by what He changes for us, but by what He overcame for us?

I want to lead songs that force us to wrestle with the outcome. If we are going to claim He is the God of miracles, we have to define what that means. If the only miracle we celebrate is the one that makes our lives easier, we’ve missed the point of the Resurrection. I find myself wondering if we should sing this with a little more sobriety, holding onto the promise of His life while sitting in the messy reality of a world that still hurts.

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