You woke me up in the morning To say, "He is risen." And I replied with a smile, "He is risen indeed." And somehow you always leave the room Alive with truth and beauty And carry yourself like you know That it's all just a matter of time I said, "But maybe I'm too far down this time." "Too proud to hope too weak to climb." But you just pierce me through with eyes That know I'm not and I can And carry yourself like you're sure of it And the stitches dissolved And the wounds all heal in time Your words are giants next to mine And your thoughts are giants I only hope that someday I might resemble you in Even the smallest way I only hope that You can be proud of me