The cruelness of an Autumn leaf. The stillness of the falling leaves. There's peacefulness surrounding me. God is whispering to my soul. . Peace is a place, a harbor safe.
We circle winter, spring, and summer to fall. Spend a lifetime tryin' to make some sense of it all. Trip over questions raised by fallen men. As if there are solutions for the state we're in.
Dream a little dream, dream a little while. Remembering a day when you were wide-eyed. Gave the Lord your heart, gave Him all your soul. Slowly you have taken back control.
Words & Music by Grant Cunningham & Matt Huesmann. . A light in the distance. Welcomes those wayfaring souls. Come this far. A heart grows tired, faith grows cold.