The leaves are dancing through the sky
The air is sweet like pumpkin pie
The new is coming and the old is left behind
Falling forward here am I
November tastes of morning dew
I go outside, enjoy the view
My new white robe is slowly making its debut
This transformation's overdue
I wonder when spring comes, will I feel alive?
When all seems to work out will ashes arise?
Will the highs and the lows and the seasons align?
Trust throughout the fall is the design
When January seems so bare
Will I find beauty in You there?
The flowers begging You to bend this at Your will
Got me knee-deep in a standstill
I wonder when spring comes, will I feel alive?
When all seems to work out will ashes arise?
Will the highs and the lows and the seasons align?
Trust throughout the fall is the design
We know that seasons come and seasons go with time
You never change, You stay the same
It's Your design
If we can taste and see Your goodness in it all
We have responded to the call
I wonder when spring comes, will I feel alive?
When all seems to work out will ashes arise?
Will the highs and the lows and the seasons align?
Trust throughout the fall is the design
I wonder when spring comes, will I feel alive?
When all seems to work out will ashes arise?
Will the highs and the lows and the seasons align?
Trust throughout the fall is the design