Why Grace Beneath the Pines?

Pincushion Trails

“Grace Beneath The Pines”

There’ll be no more running round for me,
No more backing down, you’ll see
Whatever lies in store for me,
I’ll get through it

There’ll be no more going half the way,
You’d better listen to these words I say
Whatever ties they bound to me,
I’ll cut through them

Now I found some
Grace beneath the judge’s gavel,
Grace among my brothers on the firing line,
Grace upon this road less travelled,
Grace beneath the pines, the pines,
Grace beneath the pines

There’ll be no more running round for me,
No more going down, you’ll see
The line is drawn; my enemy
Better stay behind it

There’ll be no more lifting half the weight,
My will is strong, my back is straight
Whatever lies they told to me,
I’ll see through them

Now I found some
Grace beneath the judge’s gavel,
Grace among my brothers on the firing line,
Grace upon this road less travelled,
Grace beneath the pines, the pines,
Grace beneath the pines

There’ll be no more running round for me,
No more going down, you’ll see
I’ll get through this

Now I found some
Grace beneath the judge’s gavel,
Grace among my brothers on the firing line,
Grace upon this road less travelled,
Grace beneath the pines, the pines,
Grace beneath the pines

~Glen Hansard

This song is where the blog title came from. Both John and I have loved this song for a very long time, and early in our search for property, John said, “Grace beneath the pines” as we were tromping around in the snow looking at lots. It felt fitting to use that as a name for this blog, this quest that will undoubtedly test us, try our patience, challenge us, and ultimately, bring us grace beneath the pines.

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