As those autumns leaves keep falling on the ground;
I stand by the grave of moments that were once alive.
You take me back those days, your presence surrounds;
It's by your grace, that I survive.
You cried as you watched my heart lead astray;
And you call me by my name, my maker's delight.
Finding refuge under your wings, my sins washed away.
Satan's darkness flees, a speck in your light.
Your death for me, Lord, was never in vain;
For the river of life, made me complete.
The seasons change yet your love still remains;
The road to heaven is a race I'll compete.
Snowflakes fall as winter has taken her turn;
Realizing that you saved me from my pending doom,
I call out on your name and you listen.
You tell me that what follows winter is bloom.
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