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 image of God can become taller than the tallest 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