You promised me
If I had faith like a mustard seed
Up I would rise like a mighty tree
To defend your Kingdom, tall and Mean
From the ends of the earth would come the birds
And make their home among my leaves
Here they would be overcome by your love
And you would meet all their needs
Good fruit come from good trees
May my bark be thick and my leaves be green
May my arms open wide and my roots run the deep
May Your will be done and may I be ready
Glory, glory
Glory, glory to the King
I will come alive if you call me
When you call
Patience it takes to run my roots deep
Lest the wind blow and I fall
And there's nothing of worth that I can
Without your blessing, and so I choose
To be patient, to be humble, and to let you control
All my body, my mind, and my soul
Good fruit come from good trees
May my bark be thick and my leaves be green
May my arms open wide and my roots run the deep
May Your will be done and may I be ready
Glory, glory
Glory, glory to the King
Glory, glory to the King
The workers are few and the harvest is vast
Come one, come all. Come first be last
The workers are few and the harvest is vast
Come one, come all. Come first be last
The workers are few and the harvest is vast
Come one, come all. Come first be last
The workers are few and the harvest is vast
Come one, come all. Come first be last
Glory, glory
Glory, glory to the King
Glory, glory
Glory, glory to the King
Good fruit come from good trees
May my bark be thick and my leaves be green
May my arms open wide and my roots run the deep
May Your will be done and may I be ready