The Miracle Club

Aight now! We ain’t waitin’ on no miracle — we makin’ one.

Every horn a hallelujah, every smile a psalm.

Welcome to the Miracle Club!

(Brass explodes into syncopated second-line groove.)

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I woke up broke but the sun still paid me,

Heaven on credit, faith don’t shade me.

Church on wheels, ain’t no pew inside,

Just love with a horn and a ride.

We ain’t perfect, we just practice, see,

Turn bad days to harmony.

Gold teeth flash, that’s a choir smile,

Joy been ghetto for a while.

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We the Miracle Club, no invite needed,

Faith so loud, even pain conceded.

Dance with a scar, that’s proof we healed,

Every step a prayer the devil feel.

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(Trumpet answers with a joyful riff.)

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We throw confetti made of receipts,

Proof of what we owed and beat.

Bourbon Street baptism, hallelujah rain,

God said, “Turn that groan to gain.”

I seen angels with aprons, pots on fire,

Cookin’ mercy in the church choir.

Ain’t no VIP in heaven’s line,

We all get in on grace and grind.

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Who got faith? (Choir: We do!)

Who been broke? (Choir: Me too!)

Who still dancin’? (Choir: We ain’t through!)

Say Amen with your feet — that’s proof!

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Les miracles descendent dans la rue,

Miracles walk where the people do.

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We the Miracle Club, hallelujah swing,

Tambourine shake, let the joy bell ring.

If you made it through hell, you in the band,

Every beat a testament, every note God’s hand.

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See, miracles ain’t magic — they motion.

You gotta move till the blessing catch you.

I found mine in the brass, in the bass, in the breath after hurt.

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Hope got rhythm, I ain’t losin’ it,

Faith got tempo, I’m groovin’ it.

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We the Miracle Club, still alive,

Turn our struggle to a second line.

Every tear a note, every pain a drum,

And ain’t no miracle small — not one!

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You wanna see a miracle?

Look around, baby — we still here.

That’s the whole song right there.

(Horns fade out on a triumphant riff; piano lingers like a smile.)