Love's Season

The leaves turn and it’s the season of Love The gates open and it’s the reason for floods We want an outpouring! To be lavished by his spirit, it’s the coming of the Holy We must know thee and be drenched Not looking to pitch tents or to cool the fire with vents But to burn for HE who was and is to be sent I must look for him. You must come! Romance. Flute. War cry. Drum. And we wait. An overshadowing faith. There’s a living portion waiting for the dead to take It’s in the river. We must not escape. Drape us with your wineskins. Not torn but fit for what’s inside them His joy is our strength and we must find him Those blinded by cares of the world, Only to see his blinding light. Reviving us to sight. We must see you Never will we be you So may we submit to the turning of the leaves It’s the season of Love. Infillings of hearts, many healings by the blood. Break us shake men’s hearts The start of a new thing. Mouths open to fed prayers and praises of our King. Sing, again. Dream. We want an outpouring! Walking under Open Heavens. I hear the words of The Life. Live and not die, so saved by the Christ Take us up. Father, there’s a longing for communion. It’s the season of Love And the leaves do turn.