here comes the season
where colors fade
and light escapes
and all the dark voices will seem to have won
soon no dawn shall seem to break
but I won’t fall with the leaves,
drifting weightless,
the sun goes down and they wither away
You’ve got me on a Branch that’ll always sustain
and I know I know, You’ve sealed my roots oh deep
You’ll never let go
You’ll never leave me alone
You’re the nourishment to my broken bones
the sun penetrating my darkened mind
I’ll never float away, rooted in You
I’ll grow and grow, lifted by You
I’ll stand firm, though outwardly consumed by winter’s winds
my depths will never be shaken,
for You are my Lord.
the wind and the rain, light and all phenomena,
collapse in Your fame, Your presence, Your thunder, Your nature
Your voice, their Creator, they recognize, revere
in colorful spring, it’s life You bring forth
darkness You make light and perspectives You revive
Beauty You bring forth once more, with the dawn You are revealing restoration
As Your creation follows Your sway, so will I, too, dance along with Espiritu Santo
singing glorious praise, hallelujah!
Victory is Yours, it always has been. You’ve always had it. Owned it. Been it. The very nature of You demands it to be true. And you make it be so.
