The Storm - High Places

The storm carved out a ditch

Which we filled with seeds and earth

And a tree grew

The storm carved out a ditch

Which we filled with seeds and earth

And a tree grew to spread its branches over the place

I’m so glad for that storm

The hole that the pain had formed

Gave us so much room to pour our love into

I went to climb that tree

Now my clothes are stained with pitch

It was worth it

I went to climb that tree

Now my clothes are stained with pitch

It was worth it to stretch my arms over that place