[Verse 1] The quiet grace that filled the room, a spirit meek and mild, A love that greeted every soul, the wanderer and child. A holy kiss of pure concern, a refuge from the cold, Shared round the wooden table and the stories it could hold. ​[Chorus] Though seasons turn and things are lost to bitter hands of men, The love you poured across that wood brings life to us again. I do not need a thousand words to make the darkness part, I only need the light of God you planted in my heart. ​[Verse 2] When dust was on my cleats and I had thrown the bat away, You hurried to the home plate dirt to show me how to stay. You knelt to meet my tearful eyes, a mother understood, And forged my spirit with the words: “Son, can’t has never could.” ​[Chorus] Though seasons turn and things are lost to bitter hands of men, The love you poured across that wood brings life to us again. I do not need a thousand words to make the darkness part, I only need the light of God you planted in my heart. ​[Bridge] You taught me how to look for good when shadows start to fall, To trust that God still has a plan, and He is in it all. You didn't have to preach the Word, your presence was the light, A beacon burning steadfast through the darkest of the night. A simple smile, an open door, a warm and waiting bed, Where anyone who lost their way could rest and clear their head. ​[Verse 3] Now as I walk the quiet halls to help the fallen stand, I bring the gentle kindness that I learned from your own hand. I thank you, Mama, for the grit to see the mission through, For every time I’m Still Standing, I stand because of you. ​[Outro] Yes, every time I’m Still Standing, I stand because of you. I stand because of you. (Fade out on acoustic guitar)