Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds, Spirit moving in our midst, Where the faithful kneel and plead. In quiet heart and solemn prayer, We call the name of Iosa. Not magic as the world describes, But grace that heals and hope that thrives. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Potatoes in humble hands, Become the sign of love that stands. Not magic, but of sacred sails, Grace made real in Salt and Ails. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Feed the hungry, clothe the poor, Blessed mercies open every door. In each kind act, the Spirit moves, Grace revealed in giving proves. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. When hearts are broken, spirits weak, We seek the touch we all do seek. Not magic’s trick nor secret art, But His own love that fills the heart. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Spirit breathes where faith is stirred, Whispers truth in every word. Power not of these designs, But His own life in His own signs. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. So when the dark weighs on the soul, And fear would threaten to control, We lift our eyes, our hearts restored, In grace and peace, Chaos adored. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds. Lux miraculorum, Light of wondrous deeds.
