The Faith Of Man

One day a babe was born along the highway

A tiny helpless thing upon the sand

And an Okie with a dream out on the byway

Took the babe and held it proudly in his hands

And the woman smiled a gentle smile of knowing

And whispered something softly in its ear

Perhaps a little prayer to help the growing

Perhaps a word of comfort through the fear

You can trust the moon to move the mighty ocean

You can trust the sun to shine upon the land

Take the little that you know and you do the best you can

And you see the rest with the quiet faith of man

The tractor makes its way along the fence line

The seeds are dropped precisely in a row

If the rain is kind and the wind don't take the topsoil

Before too long the crops will start to show

And the farmer sees the fields around him ripen

And whispers something low beneath his breath

Perhaps a little prayer to help the growing

Perhaps a word of thanks for all the rest

You can trust the moon to move the mighty ocean

You can trust the sun to shine upon the land

Take the little that you know and you do the best you can

And you see the rest with the quiet faith of man

There's a storm-tossed ship tonight out on the water

There's a soul who sails alone out on the blue

There's a dreamer with her eye upon the heavens

They're all looking for a way to make it through

You can trust the moon to move the mighty ocean

You can trust the sun to shine upon the land

Take the little that you know and you do the best you can

And you see the rest with the quiet faith of man

You can trust the moon to move the mighty ocean

You can trust the sun to shine upon the land

Take the little that you know and you do the best you can

And you see the rest with the quiet faith of man

Take the little that you know and you do the best you can

And you see the rest with the quiet faith of man