There’s more that rises in the morning than the sun, and more that shines in the night than just the moon,
It’s more than just this fire here that keeps me warm in a shelter that is larger than this room,
And there’s a loyalty that’s deeper than mere sentiment, and a music higher than the songs that I can sing,
Stuff of Earth competes for the allegiance I owe only to the giver of all good things.
So if I stand, let me stand on the promise you will pull me through,
And if I can’t, let me fall on the grace that first brought me to you,
So if I sing, let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs,
And if I weep, let it be as a man who is longing for his home.
There’s more that dances on the prairies than the wind, and more that pulses in the ocean than the tide,
There’s a love that is fiercer than the love between friends, more gentle than a mother’s when a baby’s at her side,
And there’s a loyalty that’s deeper than mere sentiments, and a music higher than the songs that I can sing,
The stuff of Earth competes for the allegiance I owe only to the giver of all good things.
So if I stand, let me stand on the promise you will pull me through,
And if I can’t, let me fall on the grace that first brought me to you,
And if I sing, let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs,
And if I weep, let it be as a man who is longing for his home.
So if I stand, let me stand on the promise you will pull me through,
And if I can’t, let me fall on the grace that first brought me to you,
And if I sing, let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs,
But if I weep, let it be as a man who is longing for his home,
But if I weep, let it be as a man who is longing for home.
