wonderworking

In the pilot, a version of the song “There Is Power in the Blood” wails over an aerial shot, telling us that there is “power, power, wonderworking power in the blood of the lamb.”

No myth is stronger in progressive circles than the magical, wonderworking powers of voter turnout.

And even before that, literally from the night he was killed, he became a wonderworking cult object and his cathedral tomb a magnet for pilgrimage.

Think of a wonderworking God violating, suspending, or intercepting his own laws.

These give him his basic ideas which, alchemized in the wonderworking laboratory of his mind, produce some golden theories.