[Intro: Gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar, warm bass, faint harmonica] [Verse 1] I walked into the morning, Where the mountains touch the sky. Watched the sunlight cross the valley, As the clouds went drifting by. There were no walls around me, No voices telling me to kneel. Just the wind among the branches, And a silence I could feel. [Pre-Chorus: Soft, weathered vocals] And I wondered why we struggle, To explain what we don't know. When the world is full of wonders, That we barely stop to know. [Chorus: Deep raspy vocals, warm acoustic strumming] God made the mountains, And the rivers running free. He never asked the flowers, To explain why they should be. And the stars don't need a sermon, To remind us we're so small. Maybe if we listened more, We might hear Him through it all. [Verse 2] We built our towers toward the heavens, Carved His name into the stone. Wrote a thousand different answers, To the things we haven't known. We argue over meaning, Draw our lines upon the sand. While the rain falls on the righteous, And the ones who don't understand. [Pre-Chorus] And I wonder if He's listening, To the things we say and do. Or if He's waiting in the silence, For a little room to move. [Chorus] God made the mountains, And the rivers running free. He never asked the flowers, To explain why they should be. And the stars don't need a sermon, To remind us we're so small. Maybe if we listened more, We might hear Him through it all. [Instrumental: Gentle acoustic guitar melody, mournful harmonica, subtle mandolin] [Verse 3] There's a tree beside the river, That has stood a hundred years. Never asked for recognition, Never bowed beneath our fears. It has weathered every winter, Given shelter from the sun. Never questioned why it's growing, Or the work that must be done. And I wonder what we'd learn, If we lived a little more that way. Giving freely what we're given, Without asking who will pay. [Bridge: Instrumentation fades, intimate gravelly vocals] I don't claim to know His reasons, Or the plans beyond my sight. I've been wrong about so many things, While believing I was right. But I know the words of kindness, And the weight of helping hands. And I know that loving others, Is a truth I understand. And if faith is more than knowing, More than words we memorize, Maybe it's the way we treat the world, And the people in our lives. [Final Chorus: Fuller acoustic strumming, emotional strained vocals] God made the mountains, And the rivers running free. He gave us eyes to see the wonders, And a heart that might believe. And the stars don't need a sermon, To remind us we're so small. But He gave us one another, So we'd never stand alone. God made the mountains, And the valleys down below. Maybe faith is not just knowing, But the love we choose to show. [Outro: Soft fingerpicked guitar, distant harmonica] Now the sun is slowly setting, And the shadows cross the land. I can hear the river moving, Like the turning of His hand. I don't need to know each answer, To the questions in my mind. Sometimes all I need is silence, And a little borrowed time. [Softly spoken] We spend so much time... Trying to speak for God. Maybe we should spend a little more... Listening. [End: Natural acoustic guitar decay]
