The red and gold of autumn
When passing down the street
Reminds me of life's treasures
I lay at my Father's feet

A gentle soft breeze
Blowing slowly across the land,
Caressing my hair and face,
A touch of my Father's hand

A dark and leaden sky
That clears after every storm.
Reminds me of God's promise,
And hurts that are no more

The red of the sunset,
The rise of each new day,
The blood of my Lord Jesus
The fact he rose and lives today.

The water of a bubbling brook,
The roar of a waterfall,
The voices of angles singing
Forgiveness for us all.