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