Hit the Ground Praying

Big skies and grey birch, small country white church
Old wooden pews I called home
There every Sunday those sermons taught me
How to live right and be strong
To never lose heart and always hold on
When the weight of the world
Drives my knees to the dirt
I'm not shaking, I've been here before
With my face to the sky
And my hands folded tight
I was raised up to prepare for the storm
I can still hear that preacher saying
It's never too early to hit the ground praying
Summers and winters, Junes and Decembers
Having somebody to hold
But dresses and diamonds turn into fighting
And wondering where did love go
Leaving or staying, bending or breaking
That my faith will keep growing
And God to keep showing me what to do next
Final Chorus tag:
I can still hear that preacher saying
The hard road is always worth taking
Cause it's never too early