[Verse 1] The branches reach into the sky, A promise dressed in green, They shimmer in the morning light, But nothing lives between. The crowds applaud the vibrant show, The colors testify, But heaven searches through the leaves For fruit that will not lie. [Verse 2] The temple courts are filled with song, With incense thick as air, Yet silent grows the hidden root Of unattended prayer. We polish bark and paint the trunk, And lift our hands on high, But God is not deceived by shade— He seeks what will not lie. [Chorus] Break the soil beneath my pride, Cut the branches dry, Let repentance be the rain Falling from the sky, Grow in me what pleases You, What death cannot deny— Let my heart bear living proof When leaves don’t lie. [Verse 3] No fig was found upon the tree, Though leaves proclaimed the feast, So judgment whispered through the bark From root to fading leaf. O search me in the secret place, Where hidden motives hide, And make my life a faithful field Where truth and fruit abide. [Chorus] Break the soil beneath my pride, Cut the branches dry, Let repentance be the rain Falling from the sky, Grow in me what pleases You, What death cannot deny— Till my life and lips agree When leaves don’t lie. [Instrumental] [Bridge] You bore the curse I could not stand, Wore thorns upon Your brow, The tree of death became my life Because You took it down. From cross to grave to rising dawn New roots were opened wide, Now graft my heart into Your grace Where living branches rise. [Final Chorus] Break the soil beneath my pride, Cut the branches dry, Let repentance be the rain Falling from the sky, Grow in me what pleases You, What death cannot deny— Till my life and lips agree When leaves don’t lie. [Outro] When leaves don’t lie, When leaves don’t lie, When leaves don’t lie.
