Geodes

You can't always tell one from another
And it's best not to judge a book by it tattered cover
I have found when I tried or looked deeper inside
What appears unadorned might be wondrously formed
You can't always tell but sometimes you just know

'Round here we throw geodes in our gardens
They're as common as the rain or corn silk in July

Unpretentious browns and grays the stain of Indiana clay,
They're what's left of shallow seas glacial rock and mystery,
And inside their shines a crystal bright as promise

All these things that we call familiar,
Are just miracles clothed in the commonplace
You'll see it if you try in the next stranger's eyes,
God walks around in muddy boots, sometimes rags and that's the truth,
You can't always tell, but sometimes you just know

Some say geodes are made from pockets of tears,
Trapped away in small places for years upon years

Pressed down and transformed, 'til the true self was born,
And the whole world moved on like the last notes of a song,
A love letter sent without return address

You can't always tell one from another
And it's best not to judge a book by it's tattered cover
Now I don't open them to see folks 'round here just like me,
We have come to believe there's hidden good in common things

You can't always tell but sometimes you just know
You can't always tell but sometimes you just know