Babylon

Babylon's a bad place
If you can't stand
If you've only set your sights
On the glory land

But in the worst minutes
And the darkest folds
I sit down with my palms in the dirt
I reach low

From the trees and the wind
From the birds and the sky

I can lift my face up
To the Lord on High

I can find the grace he planted
The season before
Watch it grow up from the wild
Where the branches soar

Sometimes we rest on what we haven't earned
Sometimes we collapse in the stories we were told

God's love
God's love
God's love