Leaning on...

You make eveything good, everything wonderful. You grace my days...You make me see the only thing that's true, it's You...

Oh, every year hath its winter,
And every year hath its rain-
But a day is always coming
When the birds go north again.

When new leaves swell in the forest
And grass springs green on the plain,
And alders' veins turn crimson--
And the birds go north again.

Oh, every heart hath its sorrow,
And every heart hath its pain--
But a day is always coming
When the birds go north again.

Tis the sweetest thing to remember,
If courage be on the wane,
When the cold, dark days are over--
Why, the birds go north again.

Jaci Velasquez - You