More than a pot of gold
More than the finest silver
More than the precious jewels
Upon my fingers is who you are
More than the grains of sand
More than the flowers in the field
More than the twinkling stars
Against black velvet skies is who you are
There's a greater something
An invitation for more
There's a great big someone living
Inside-out of little me
He's calling, calling
Calling me back to the garden
To have all the courage
To have the greater faith
And just to simply breathe in all of the greatness
Of who you are
To know that I am seen
To know you're singing my song
And in your mighty chest!
There is a heart that beats! For me
There's a greater something
An invitation for more
There's a great big someone living inside-out of little me
He's calling, calling!
Calling, he's calling
Calling me back to the garden
