Victory
Her Victory Is Heavenly

This song is called victory and it was composed and produced by o-g blatancy From only original music 3-6-5

Her Victory Is Heavenly

You were up before the sunrise
Coffee in your favorite cup
Humming little made-up songs
Never really growing up
Smiling at the neighbors
Waving from the garden gate
Laughing when the cookies burned
Saying
"Guess we have to wait"
You taught me how to lose and still walk off the field with grace
Tucked my fear in folded clothes
Kissed it right off of my face
You'd dance between the dishes
Turning Tuesday into gold
Turn a broken
Boring story to the best one ever told
You'd pack an extra sweater
Say
"Someone's gonna need it more"
Leave a note upon the table
Hearts and arrows by the door
You'd get quiet during sunsets
Like you heard a distant bell
Whisper
"This is just a hallway
There’s a home where all is well"
Now we're sitting 'round your bedside
Trading memories like songs
Every laugh line on your face is proof you chose joy all along

Her victory is heavenly
Every tear turns into light
All her little faithful days are shining through the night
She ran her race with open hands
Gave more than she would keep
Her victory is heavenly
She's just waking from a sleep

You were cheering in the bleachers
Rain soaking through your hair
Paper sign that spelled my name
Crooked letters in the air
You'd forget your own umbrella
Wrap your coat around my frame
Say
"I'll always be behind you
Even when you win the game"
You'd sit up with me at midnight
When the world felt much too loud
Turn my panic into prayer
Lift the weight from off the cloud
You'd say
"Every single heartbeat is a borrowed
Burning spark
We are candles
Not the sunrise
But we still can light the dark"
You made birthdays out of Tuesdays with a pie and plastic fork
Turned a storm-out power outage to a campfire in New York
Reading stories by the window
Tracing maps we'll never see
Saying
"Someday when I'm older
You'll remember this of me"
Now the nurse adjusts the pillows
Hush of footsteps in the hall
But your eyes still hold that mischief
Like you haven't changed at all

Her victory is heavenly
Every tear turns into light
All her little faithful days are shining through the night
She ran her race with open hands
Gave more than she would keep
Her victory is heavenly
She's just waking from a sleep

You'd stack chairs after potlucks
Humming while the tables rolled
Slip a plate into a pocket for the widow down the road
You'd fix hems and broken handles
Never asking for a fee
Say
"If kindness had a paycheck
It'd be paid in being free"
You'd stop traffic for a turtle
Pull the car along the side
Cry at every happy ending
Every wedding
Every ride
You'd hold babies in the foyer
While their mama caught her breath
Send a card to every grieving soul who'd just been touched by death
You told me
"When my time comes
Let the stories fill the room
Let the flowers be for living
Not a vase beside my tomb
Sing about the silly moments
All the crumbs upon the floor
'Cause I'm stepping through a doorway
Not just closing up a door"
So we'll laugh about your dancing and your slightly burnt soufflé
As you trade the pain for promise
While you travel home today
Her victory is heavenly
Every tear turns into light
All her little faithful days are shining through the night
She ran her race with open hands
Gave more than she would keep
Her victory is heavenly
She's just waking from a sleep

This song is called victory and it was composed and produced by o-g blatancy From only original music 3-6-5