Future Farmer of America, Unite! Paroles

What is man, that you are mindful of him?
and who am I, but the least among men?
Oh, that I might lie here and wallow in my self-pity
but your blood disagrees with this concrete that it's spilling on
This great love, of which I am undeserving
Explain again this glory I fall short of

Oh my Doubt
(Learning to do, doing to learn)
don't fail me now
(learning to live, living to serve)
Mercy sings her sweet refrains
I long for her arms
but I got a weak heart

The plowmen plowed upon my back
they made long their furrows
So now, I may sow in sorrow
but I will reap in joy
Does the ghost in you still move?
Has the mirror dulled beyond reflection?
He has promised, and I believe it
I'm just waiting for perfection tonight

So I'll lay me down
with long knives drawn
Mercy sings such sweet refrains
patient everlong
She has such long arms

You said
your strength was made perfect in weakness
Well, I'm weak and I need this
Can you still use me at all?
Sleep sound
You sleep sound, you felt ground, you fell down
You fell down
but you're not out