The season now is Summer,
But I wish that it were fall;
The Autumn brings us color,
Just before the leaves all fall.
The Lord will give a light, cool breeze
To bring us sweet relief;
And shine the leaves of brighter kinds
To help our unbelief.
In the midst of dying days,
He brightens all the trees.
I pray that in my darkest days,
These colors I will see.
1 comment:
I love this song and the way that you take the season of autumn, a time of dying and reveal the hope. You are a gifted song writer, my friend.
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