Mundane Glory
The God who made the mountains
Made the flowers at my feet
But that monolith a mile high isn't more complete
Than these beauties so unnoticed we go trampling endlessly
Of late the small simplicities seem so profound to me

I've tried to live by principles
But still my hear wasn't free
Tried to hide the hunger deep within
So no one else could see
And the God I knew was living
Seemed to be so far from me
I guess I missed the forеst as I stood among the trees

Now I'm looking for the mundane glory
The passion and the romance in another average story
Piercingly pure
To know Your holy presence in every silent sign
To know the mundane glory in this life that I call mine

Sometimes I drift into a world
Where skies are always blue
The breeze is always gentle
And there's nothing to work through
And although it seems to be a place
Where my heart could rest from fear
It's clear I do not find You there
The way I find You here
Not the way I find You here
So I'm looking for the mundane glory
The passion and the romance in another average story
Piercingly pure
To know Your holy presence in every silent sign
To know the mundane glory in this life that I call mine

To know Your holy presence in every silent sign
To know the mundane glory in this life that I call mine