Taller Than Trees

On your knees you are taller than trees

You can look over heartaches and pain

When my faith is gone to my knees

I will go, growing stronger and taller than trees



One night it was a long time ago now

I knelt at my mother's knee

And she said, "Son lift up your eyes to Him in the skies

And you'll grow like the mighty oaks

But you son, created in the image of God

Can become taller even taller than the tallest of trees"



And this was the answer I felt

As down at her knees I knelt



"On your knees you're taller than trees

You can look over all your heartaches

And son you can look over all of your pains"



When my faith is gone to my knees

I will go, growing stronger and taller than trees