Wonder 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 see they can offer no explanation. Newspapers ask intimate questions, want confessions; They reach into my head to steal the glory of my story. They say I must be one of the wonders of God's own creation, And as far as they see they can offer no explanation. Ooo, I believe: Fate smiled at 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; she’ll make her way."       People see me; I'm a challenge to your balance; I'm over your heads; how I confound you and astound you to know I must be one of the wonders of God's own creation; And as far as you see you can offer me no explanation. Ooo, I believe: Fate smiled at Destiny, Laughed as she came to my cradle: "Know this child will be able," Laughed as she came to my mother, “Know this child will not suffer,�?BR>Laughed as my body she lifted, "Know this child will be gifted With love, with patience, and with faith. She'll make her way; she’ll make her way." “She’ll make her way.�?/FONT>   «~Hispet~ƒury~SteeL~»