Ordinary Average Autumn

Ordinary Average Autumn

Every ordinary average autumn is a beautiful thing, she believes.
And she’s come a long way up from the bottom to enjoy
all the colors of the leaves.

Maybe late September she will remember
as the autumn skies gather overhead.
And she’ll hear the voices. They are the choices
she has made that have filled her with regret.

In the noonday heat, she walked down the busy street.
All alone to draw the water from the well.
While inside of her heart, she was falling apart.
With the secrets she could never ever tell.

Suddenly a shadow fell upon her shoulder, and a voice that was gentle like the breeze.
In His words she heard great peace and compassion.
And He changed everything that she believes.

She believes. She believes.
She believes. She believes.

As the years pass by her, the warm days remind her
of that summer sun drifting in the sky.
And the day that a stranger, somehow He changed her
with the well that has never yet run dry.

Now every ordinary average autumn is a beautiful thing, she believes.
And she’s come a long way up from the bottom to enjoy
all the colors of the leaves.