The Story Told

[Verse 1] Leave the ladders and the stages behind, There’s a different kind of glory that we’re meant to find. It’s not in the distance, it’s not in the sky, It’s in the low-slung branches where the cicadas cry. The pasture is pulsing, the soil is deep, With a secret the corn fields are struggling to keep. It’s a weight in the air, a pull in the chest, The sound of creation that’s finding its rest. [Chorus] It sounds like a groan, but it’s the truest thing I’ve heard— A heavy rhythm of grace that doesn’t need a word. Jesus, You’re the Story that finally holds my weight, A love so real it’s worth the labor and the wait. In the push and the strain, let the melody rise: We’re held, we’re loved, and we’re wanted in Your eyes. Marked by Your name, we are exactly where we belong— Right in the heart of the labor, You are the song. [Verse 2] The trees aren’t escaping, they’re digging in deep, To the promises made that the Maker will keep. They’re stretching their arms just to host and to hold, The Children of Glory, the story foretold. This isn’t a longing to leave or to fly, It’s the "Heaven-on-Earth" reflected in your eye. Right here in the dusty, the plain, and the small, The Love of the Father is holding it all. [Bridge] It’s the drum of the rain on the thirsty ground, The "Yes and Amen" in every sound! The Gospel is written in the dirt on our feet, In the sway of the grain and the midsummer heat! The pain may be present, the labor is real, But the ache is the evidence of all You will heal! [Chorus] It sounds like a groan, but it’s the truest thing I’ve heard— A heavy rhythm of grace that doesn’t need a word. Jesus, You’re the Story that finally holds my weight, A love so real it’s worth the labor and the wait. In the push and the strain, let the melody rise: We’re held, we’re loved, and we’re wanted in Your eyes. Marked by Your name, we are exactly where we belong— [Outro] So give me the pasture, the road, and the birds, The song of creation that doesn’t need words. We’re held... We’re loved... We’re wanted... We belong. In the dust, in the glory, We belong.