Third Day - I Need A Miracle Lyrics
Lyrics
Well, late one night, she started to cry and thought, "He ain't coming home"
She was tired of the lies, tired of the fight, but she didn't want to see him go
She fell on her knees and said, "I haven't prayed since I was young
But Lord above, I need a miracle"
Well no matter who you are and no matter what you've done
There will come a time when you can't make it on your own
And in your hour of desperation
Know you're not the only one
Prayin', "Lord above, I need a miracle
I need a miracle"
He lost his job and all he had in the fall of '09
Now he feared the worst, that he would lose his children and his wife
So he drove down deep into the woods and thought he'd end it all
And prayed, "Lord above, I need a miracle"
Well no matter who you are and no matter what you've done
There will come a time when you can't make it on your own
And in your hour of desperation
Know you're not the only one
Prayin', "Lord above, I need a miracle
I need a miracle"
La dda dda dda
La dda dda dda
La dda dda dda
Wooooooooah!
La dda dda dda
La dda dda dda
La dda dda dda
Wooooooooah!
He turned on the radio to hear a song for the last time
He didn't know what he was looking for, or even what he'd find
The song he heard gave him hope and strength to carry on
And on that night they found a miracle
They found a miracle
La dda dda dda
La dda dda dda
La dda dda dda
Wooooooooah!
And in your hour of desperation
Know you're not the only one
Prayin', "Lord above, I need a miracle"
"Lord above, I need a miracle"
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Third Day - I Need A Miracle
Meaning & Inspiration
Third Day’s “Miracle” is a track that fights its own instincts. We’ve all heard this song structure a thousand times: the story of the crumbling marriage, the desperate man in the woods, the radio playing the right song at the right time. It’s a bit formulaic, and honestly, the “la dda dda” bridge feels like a lazy way to kill airtime rather than a genuine creative choice. It threatens to undermine the stakes of the lyrics.
But then, the song hits the one line that stops the clock: “There will come a time when you can't make it on your own.”
That’s the Power Line. It works because it’s not an invitation; it’s an indictment of our shared arrogance. We spend most of our lives constructing identities built on self-sufficiency, treating independence like a virtue. Mac Powell isn't just singing a hook here; he’s pointing to the inevitable cliff edge where our own strength eventually bottoms out. It mirrors the reality of Psalm 121:1–2, where the psalmist doesn't look to his own hands or his own plans, but asks, "Where does my help come from?" The admission of total failure is usually the only place where faith actually begins.
When the man in the song drives into the woods to end his life, he isn't looking for a theological epiphany. He’s looking for an exit. The tragedy of the human condition is that we often wait until the last possible second—until we’re staring at the dark—to finally concede that we’re not the ones driving the car.
What makes this track stay with me, despite the repetitive radio-pop polish, is the raw honesty in the line: “I haven't prayed since I was young.” Most of us don't come to God with a polished liturgy or a well-rehearsed gratitude list. We come to God like this woman, as a last resort, desperate and feeling foolish for even speaking the words.
There is a strange, messy tension here. The song suggests that a miracle is a happy ending—a rescued life, a saved marriage—but the real miracle is the shift that happens before the circumstances change. It’s the movement from "I can fix this" to "I am out of options." Whether the external situation resolves is secondary to the fact that someone finally stopped running on their own fuel. Sometimes, the miracle isn't that the radio plays the right song; it’s that we finally decide to listen to something other than our own spiraling thoughts.