The Quiet Grace

[Chorus]
Oh, your charm sets my heart to burning,
A blaze of tenderness and awe.
I’ve lived long enough to know what lasts:
The quiet grace behind it all.
You turn my weathered hands to wonder,
You make the old road feel brand new;
And every mile I’ve walked through living
Has led me back to you.

[Verse 2 — Fast Rap]
You know the name of every neighbor, every dog along the lane,
You save the Sunday paper clipping when the forecast calls for rain.
You mend a hem, remember birthdays, leave a pie beside the door,
And ask the shy kid at the counter what he’s saving pennies for.
I’ve seen a dozen kinds of pretty, painted bright and dressed to shine,
But yours is in the way you listen, give a tired soul your time.
You don’t announce a single kindness, never ask the room to see—
You just make a little more of life for everyone but me.

[Bridge — Fast Rap]
At the depot, you stood laughing with my coat against the cold,
While the timetable kept changing and the evening train ran old.
You said, “We’ll take the road tomorrow,” like tomorrow was a place
Where a man could set his worries down and meet a kinder face.
Now the years have put their lettering in silver through my hair,
But you still tuck a loose strand back and ask if I’m all right there.
I’ve had my share of thunder, dear; I know what storms can do—
The finest shelter I have found is sitting close to you.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, your charm sets my heart to burning,
A blaze of tenderness and awe.
I’ve lived long enough to know what lasts:
The quiet grace behind it all.
You turn my weathered hands to wonder,
You make the old road feel brand new;
And every mile I’ve walked through living
Has led me back to you.

[Outro]
The kettle sings, the rain lets go,
Your hand rests easy next to mine.
I’ve seen the years come and depart—
Your gentle spark still starts my heart.

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[Verse 1] You set your gloves beside the tea, And rain quit tapping at the pane. A silver pin, a half-smile turned, And Sunday seemed to start again. I’ve crossed the plains in borrowed boots, Seen harvests fail and hard years pass; Still one soft look from you can make A storm of kindness rise at last. [Chorus] Oh, your charm sets my heart to burning, A blaze of tenderness and awe. I’ve lived long enough to know what lasts: The quiet grace behind it all. You turn my weathered hands to wonder, You make the old road feel brand new; And every mile I’ve walked through living Has led me back to you. [Verse 2 — Fast Rap] You know the name of every neighbor, every dog along the lane, You save the Sunday paper clipping when the forecast calls for rain. You mend a hem, remember birthdays, leave a pie beside the door, And ask the shy kid at the counter what he’s saving pennies for. I’ve seen a dozen kinds of pretty, painted bright and dressed to shine, But yours is in the way you listen, give a tired soul your time. You don’t announce a single kindness, never ask the room to see— You just make a little more of life for everyone but me. [Chorus] Oh, your charm sets my heart to burning, A blaze of tenderness and awe. I’ve lived long enough to know what lasts: The quiet grace behind it all. You turn my weathered hands to wonder, You make the old road feel brand new; And every mile I’ve walked through living Has led me back to you. [Bridge — Fast Rap] At the depot, you stood laughing with my coat against the cold, While the timetable kept changing and the evening train ran old. You said, “We’ll take the road tomorrow,” like tomorrow was a place Where a man could set his worries down and meet a kinder face. Now the years have put their lettering in silver through my hair, But you still tuck a loose strand back and ask if I’m all right there. I’ve had my share of thunder, dear; I know what storms can do— The finest shelter I have found is sitting close to you. [Final Chorus] Oh, your charm sets my heart to burning, A blaze of tenderness and awe. I’ve lived long enough to know what lasts: The quiet grace behind it all. You turn my weathered hands to wonder, You make the old road feel brand new; And every mile I’ve walked through living Has led me back to you. [Outro] The kettle sings, the rain lets go, Your hand rests easy next to mine. I’ve seen the years come and depart— Your gentle spark still starts my heart.

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