From the earth's praying face
Sprouts a seedling of sacred verses
Rising to heaven's eye with grace
Are boughs shielding debris of curses

Holding hands beneath dappled sunlight
Same blood alight in different veins
Witness sin and devotion in an eternal fight
With something to pray for, see what He gains

Sing His song for we are the fruits of His trees
Bend with the wind as one and listen to his call
For a family together going down on their knees
Is how good stories end; in sweetest downfall.