Old Oak Standin' Tall

in the quiet of the evening light holding on through the longest night i remember mama's calloused hands come humming laid by the windowsill praying for the rain that never came but her heart stayed steady strong and still daddy worked the fields till his back would break never once let doubt crean through through the dust and drought we learned to lean on a promise deeper than our skin fade like an old oak standing tall roots run deep when the tempest call it carries me over every fall lifts my soul makes me whole faith faith the fire that won't grow cold burning bright in the dead of night it's my anchor my endless fight faith oh faith put there were days i wandered far from home chasing shadows feeling all alone but that quiet voice called me back again whispered grace through the pouring rain faith like an old oak standing tall roots run deep when the tempest call it carries me over every fall lifts my soul makes me whole faith face the fire that won't grow cold burning bright in the dead of night it's my anchor my endless fight faith oh faith pulling me right and in the quiet of the morning glow face the light that i'll always know oh yeah faith oh faith pulling me right and in the quiet of the morning glow face the light that i'll always know oh yeah faith oh faith pulling me right and in the quiet of the morning glow face the light that i'll always know