More - Andrew Peterson

This is not the end here at this grave

This is just a hole that someone made

Every hole was made to fill

And every heart can feel it still--

Our nature hates a vacuum

This is not the hardest part of all

This is just the seed that has to fall

All our lives we till the ground

Until we lay our sorrows down

And watch the sky for rain

There is more

More than all this pain

More than all the falling down

And the getting up again

There is more

More than we can see

From our tiny vantage point

In this vast eternity

There is more

A thing resounds when it rings true

Ringing all the bells inside of you

Like a golden sky on a summer eve

Your heart is tugging at your sleeve

And you cannot say why

There must be more

There is more

More than we can stand

Standing in the glory

Of a love that never ends

There is more

More than we can guess

More and more, forever more

And not a second less

There is more than what the naked eye can see

Clothing all our days with mystery

Watching over everything

Wilder than our wildest dreams

Could ever dream to be

There is more