The lame can walk the blind can see
The dead can hear you tally up
All your money
If richness walks with blinding greed
The quick and the dead they all mean
Nothing to me
I need your love
I need that healing touch
I’m out of sorts with myself
It’s in your hands to save my soul
Be my mass miracle
The pain is gone I’m so holy
Come on over you can feel
His anointing
Feel the fire for a small fee
Sitting watching using
Credit on T.V.
It’s in your hands to save my soul
Be my mass miracle
It’s in your head in your control
Be my mass miracle
