Where the Humble Heart Can See

Verse 1

There’s a shadow in the valley where the proud men like to stand,

With their chests puffed out like mountains, thinking they command the land.

But the hatred in their voices isn’t fire, it isn’t fate—

It’s the ego dressed in armor ’cause it’s terrified of grace.

And it whispers, “You are better,” and it whispers, “You are right,”

Till the heart forgets its softness and mistakes the dark for light.

Chorus

But hatred only rises where the ego plants its seed,

In the soil of superiority, intolerance, and greed.

Love is born in humbleness, where the soul falls to its knees—

You can only truly love

Where the humble heart can see

The beauty in it all,

In all of God’s own work,

In every living thing

That walks upon this earth.

Verse 2

I’ve seen hatred in the faces of the ones who fear the truth,

Who can’t bear to see their shadows or the wounds they never soothed.

So they point their fingers outward, call the innocent the blame,

But the fire that they’re throwing is the one they lit in shame.

And the ego loves division, loves to crown itself as king,

But the kingdom built on hatred is a cold and brittle thing.

Chorus

’Cause hatred only rises where the ego plants its seed,

In the soil of superiority, intolerance, and greed.

Love is born in humbleness, where the soul falls to its knees—

You can only truly love

Where the humble heart can see

The beauty in it all,

In all of God’s own work,

In every living thing

That walks upon this earth.

Bridge

Let the proud men keep their thunder, let them shout into the night—

I will walk the quiet hillside where the meek inherit light.

For the truth is in the lowlands where the gentle spirits roam,

Where the heart becomes a lantern and the world becomes a home.

Verse 3

So I’m laying down my judgments, all the stories pride has spun,

Let the river wash me open till I’m small before the One.

For the love that God keeps giving isn’t earned and isn’t owed—

It’s the gift that fills the humble and the seed that mercy sowed.

And I’ll tend it like a garden, let it bloom in every part,

Till the hatred has no foothold in the chambers of my heart.

Final Chorus

’Cause hatred only rises where the ego plants its seed,

In the soil of superiority, intolerance, and greed.

Love is born in humbleness, where the soul falls to its knees—

You can only truly love

Where the humble heart can see

The beauty in it all,

In all of God’s own work,

In every living thing

That walks upon this earth.

Outro

And I’ll walk that narrow road

Where the humble hearts are free—

For only love can see the world

As God intended it to be.