Number 28
July 9th, 2009

Glory

How a tree grows right through the rock
Tells me there's more to the story
And survives in the roaring wind
Tells me that

Glory is measured by
More than we know

How a life grows right through the loss
Tells me there's more to the story
How still it fills in the emptiness
Tells me that

Glory is measured by
More than we know

When there is no soil to sink your roots
No place to make your stand
When giving up would be so easy
Sometimes you find a way to turn the rock into sand

How a tree grows right through the rock
Tells me there's more to the story
And lives to reach to the heavens above
Tells me that

Glory is measured by
More than we know