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