The old man saw the fallen tree As far more than just dead wood For love, time and his old sharp knife Could change that tree to something good So each piece of bark we stripped away Using only his wethered hands To find the scent of sweet sticky pine Just the wood for this master's plan Soon free from bark this naked tree Cried out for new design But the patience of the old man Reminded him that great things take time So he had a vision in his mind Of what he wanted that tree to be And he saw that tree as perfect and good Beofre he touched a single piece So he took the tree back to his home And he set it on his working stone And he began to chip away, chip away And soon he did not feel so all alone
The tree began to take shape Oh, his heart began to smile But he knew he still had work to do Because he remember that great things take time Some pieced of the wood were stubborn Some just cut as easy as the air But he didn't care how long it took To make wach part complete Yeah, the time he took just showed How much he cared How much he cared Now perhaps in your fearful forest You've found that you have fallen down Don't be sad, don't be scared No, do not be afraid Because there is one who can pick you up Off the ground You see if your destiny is to be carved Into a perfect hing Then life does not begin until you die to The way you living