(Verse 1)
We are known as the P. E .A .R .S.O.N Pearsons, a name tied to a song
With a melody that carries us and keeps our spirit strong
To the ones who watch from distance, it looks like a silver line
Like we never see the shadows, like we’re always meant to shine
But if you look a little closer, past the music and the light
You’ll see the scars we carry through the middle of the night.
(Pre-Chorus)
We know the weight of empty pockets and the sting of silent rooms
We’ve felt the grief of stolen breath and flowers on the tombs
We know the ache of mourning kin who are still drawing breath
The silence of a broken bond that feels a lot like death
We’ve traded words like weapons, we’ve let the anger flare
But we have a secret weapon in a mother’s and father’s prayer.
(Chorus)
We are the offspring of George and Elizabeth’s flame
The Pearsons of the Kalahari, we honor the name
Through the love and the hate that the world wants to send
In the shadow of the Almighty, we’ll stand to the end
We rise above the differences, we shine through the gray
For the Pearsons are a family that was built to pray.
(Verse 2)
Some say our name with kindness, some say it with a sneer
But the rhythm of our footsteps is the only thing we hear
We’re not a perfect picture, we’re a house of flesh and bone
But we never have to face the desert wind alone
With a praying man beside us and a woman of the Word
Our cries for grace and mercy are the sounds that must be heard.
(Chorus)
We are the offspring of George and Elizabeth’s flame
The Pearsons of the Kalahari, we honor the name
Through the love and the hate that the world wants to send
In the shadow of the Almighty, we’ll stand to the end
We rise above the differences, we shine through the gray
For the Pearsons are a family that was built to pray.
(Bridge)
From the red sands of the desert to the heavens up above
We are rooted in the struggle, we are grounded in His love
When we fight, we find our way back; when we fall, we learn to lean
On the God who sees the heartaches that the world has never seen.
(Outro)
We are the Pearsons.
Praising God through the fire.
The Pearsons of the Kalahari.
Still standing.
Still singing.
Amen.
LadyLee88
