[written with Isaac Cornford. Thanks mate.]

He loves me because he loves me
He loves me because he can
He loves me because he chose me
He loves me - that’s his plan

It’s always his plan to love me
To cast out all my fears
His love will always surround me
He loves when no one’s near

He loves me most and loves you more
His love will never run out
His love is true and gets truer
His love is never in doubt

His love is nothing that we’ve earned
It’s nothing we deserve
His love’s a perfect gift to us
A gift we can return

I want to let go
of these feelings
I have held onto for far too long.
I want to let go
of these memories
like a child lets go of a balloon.

I stopped my drive on the mountain side,
To enjoy the country scene below,
Mother Nature was changing its green,
To orange with a gentle golden glow.

The small village town seemed fast asleep,
Very few cars were moving around,
Silence reined in the afternoon's stage,
Except for a couple of birdie sound.

In the distance where the sky was blue,
The mountain tops were still capped in white,
Year-round snow was almost always there,
Unscathed in the gaze of the soft sunlight.

That peaceful, beauteous scene did declare,
Autumn magic was definitely there.

Her leaves were transformed, jade green to gold,
She proudly struck a picturesque pose,
In the cool autumn's October month,
Justly pretty as a flowered rose;

The morning sun a helping hand did lend,
To enhance her winsome worldly charms,
At times a brazen afternoon breeze,
Caressed her gently with loving arms;

Her golden colour a month did last,
Winter stripped her naked as can be,
Then in December the snow arrived,
And changed her into a frosted tree.