Doctors have come from distant cities
just to see me stand over my bed
disbelieving what they're seeing
they say I must be one of the wonders
of God's own creation
and as far as they can see they can offer
no explanation
newspapers ask intimate questions
want confessions they reach into my head
I believe
fate smiled and destiny
laughed as she came to my cradle
"know this child will be able"
laughed as my body she lifted
"know this child will be gifted
with love, with patience and with faith,
she'll make her way"
verse 3 (just like verses 1 & 2)