I remember my mother's hands   Laced in prayer   Frail as birds   Face she carried   Like a terrible, terrible ache   I have never seen   Such glory since      I remember my father's voice   Dressed in anger   Swollen with grace   My surrender and his forgiveness   I have never seen   Such glory since      I remember my sister's belly   White and swollen   Carefully swaying   Eyes were glowing   From carrying such grace   I have never seen   Such glory since