Verse 1 Morning light is slowly breaking, Through the mist above the bay, The north wind blows the leaves around, And carries summer away. The clouds are gathering in the west, The rain is moving in, And every breath of changing air Says fall is here again. Verse 2 The birds have found their shelter, The woods are quiet and still, Creation hears its Maker’s voice And follows where He wills. There’s not a living thing in sight, As far as I can see, Except one old blue heron Giving side-eye back at me. Chorus He changes the tides and the seasons, He tells the north wind when to blow, He gathers the clouds and sends the rain, And tells His creatures where to go. The same good hand that turns the leaves Is holding on to me, So I won’t lean on my understanding— I’ll trust His timing faithfully. Verse 3 Joshua marched around the walls, And David learned to wait, The wilderness became the place Where God prepared their faith. What looked like empty, wasted years Was working for their good, Teaching them to trust His heart When nothing made sense like it should. Bridge When I can’t see what lies ahead, I’ll remember what I know: The One who brings the autumn in Will tell the spring to grow. His goodness does not disappear When skies turn cold and gray; The Lord who changes everything Will never change His ways. Final Chorus He changes the tides and the seasons, He tells the north wind when to blow, He gathers the clouds and sends the rain, And tells His creatures where to go. The same good hand that turns the leaves Is holding on to me, So I won’t lean on my understanding— I’ll trust His timing faithfully. Tag The Lord has always been good to me— And in His goodness I’ll believe.
