Hills Humbled, Mountains Made Low

I raised my daughter on wild honey and locusts
We prettied her up with a camel-skin dress, the good book to keep her focus
And I love her grandfather, but he don’t like the struck-down oak I’ve made my
home
I keep telling him, «you need to sit back and just watch my garden grow»
Oh, the cost of simplicity, woe to the attention it brings me!
This land has left me maimed (I swear I’m not the same)
As its harsh winds sweep across my face
But I’m just waiting for the rain (to prove I’m right) to put me in my place
Oh God, I told my mother she needs to hit the road
«Leav that empire behind 'caus my wife and I, we’ve got God on our side!»
I’m just lighting a candle to see if the sun is risen
And if this hill is a mantle to display the courage I’m missing
The cost of simplicity isn’t costing me a thing, oh, not a thing!
This land has left me maimed (if it’s even changed a thing)
As its harsh winds sweep across my face
And I pray you have remained (I pray you have remained)
A carpenter sanding down my edges ‘til I am full of grace