Lyrics:

1993
Writer(s): Walt Aldridge, Donnie Fritts

It's late, and I sure do hate to bother you
But I know you're the only one
Who knows what I've been goin' through

It's her, keepin' me up all night again
And Lord I just had to call on you
To ask a favor of a friend

Any ol' miracle that you could send me down
Don't go to too much trouble Lord
What ever you might have aroun'
'Cause I'm never gettin' over her
Without some help from you
I'm gonna need a miracle
Any ol' miracle will do

Oh Lord, I know so many others stand and need
You've got troubles to attend to
And you've got hungry mouths to feed

But, listen to me Lord
I don't mean to take too much of your time
Please find me one small miracle
To heal this heart of mine

Any ol' miracle that you could send me down
Don't go to too much trouble Lord
What ever you might have aroun'
'Cause I'm never gettin' over her
Without some help from you
I'm gonna need a miracle
Any ol' miracle will do