Loving Arms

It takes a trip, a step away from your own home
To see more clearly what otherwise you wouldn’t know
Like what makes a seed--sewn in garden fabric--grow
Leave it up to the sun to shine, the rain to fall around
Leave it up to the earth to lie down and lay the ground
For something like love
It takes a trip, a step away from what you know
To trace your family back as far as time can go
To see what made it and will forever let it grow
Leave it up to the loving arms to carry it along
Leave it up to the beauty of love that’s travelled on
It didn’t go it alone
Leave it up to the smallest pieces everything is made of
They didn’t go it alone. They hang on with loving arms
Leave it up to the loving arms