Letras
"Verily, verily I say unto thee
Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone
But if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit"
I hold a grain of wheat in my hand
It is small and hard and narrow and self-contained
And yet at its heart, thy sleeps the mystery of life
And that is a parable
Just a simple preacher from the Carolina hills
Born in just the perfect place and time
A gentle, loving mountain man with warm and sparkling eyes
And a face that wrinkled from a constant smile
From you, I learned the kind of faith that looks up to the mountains
In you, I saw just what I'd like to be
Oh granddad, I wish you could be here to tell me what to do
'Cause I first saw the light of Christ through you
It must've been a special love that filled your shepherd's heart
That made you care so deeply for your flock
'Cause I hear tell on winter days, you'd always give your coat away
Simple 'cause you thought they needed more
In you, I learned the kind of faith, looked up to the mountain
In you, I saw just what I'd like to be
Oh granddad, I wish you could be here to tell me what to do
'Cause I first saw the light of Christ through you
Even though we never got to know each other well
I thank the Lord for that one special night
When somewhere between the earth and sky
We silently met eye to eye
And I got the hug I'd needed for so long
In you, I learned the kind of faith that looked up to the mountains
In you, I saw just what I'd like to be
Oh granddad, I wish you could be here to tell me what to do
'Cause I first saw the light of Christ through you
From you, I learned the kind of faith that looks up to the mountains
In you, I saw just what I'd like to be
Oh granddad, I wish you could be here to tell me what to do
'Cause I first saw the light of Christ through you
Oh granddad, I wish you could be here to tell me what to do
'Cause I first saw the light of Christ through you
I have no hope, expect that I believe