Hook:
And even though it seems like you got it all
Remember after summer life there’s always a fall
I know it feels like you are falling down
Like changing leaves heading to the ground
But you can let grace fall, it’ll be grace fall

V1
Sat down in the midst of the perfection that I used be living.
Heard grace knocking she could never get in.
She shivered on porch while the people inside
Sang songs in her honor, but didn’t know what she was like
Had the fire burning bright marshmallows with the cocoa
We never knew the night. And they called us the hopeful
Don’t know how you can really be hopeful if you’ve never been hopeless
Like how can you know strength when you’ve never had a weakness.
Outside of our perfection grace had a little box.
Lived in it with the beggar who couldn’t find a job.
And she nodded to the prostitute who had her head in Dodge
Talking to a ex husband with a wedding band on.
We never invited her in
cause grace on the outside looked like sin
Too good for the least when your more like men
And less like him.
V2
I guess you can call it summer. Had about everything that I wanted.
People looking at me and saying that I something.
I had slain my ten thousands while others only had hundreds.
High off my own success in Christ spiritually I was blunted.
Went from that to a hotel room looking over the city.
Friends that I used to have were gone. Hoping that God was with me.
People that used to be in my corner always tryna to uplift me.
Now saw that I was imperfect now tryna to forget me.
Fell back on my bed. Like a leaf things changed like a season
When the sun used to shine something’s strange for a reason.
If a sin makes me fall short of God am I demon
to the angels that I place on the walls when I’m dreaming.
When the summer changes to the autumn do you notice.
Put a jacket on because it’s get s a little colder.
What was living turns a little dead, but looks pretty while it does.
That was how my life was.

V3
Funny how the people like you better when you’re faking to be perfect
But when you’re perfectly honest about your imperfections you ain’t worth it.
Sat on the sidewalk homeless from the people I used to do church with.
They sing songs about Grace and she’s never even heard it.
Saw grace upon the street and she covered me with her blanket.
She saw me eye her food and she told me that I could take it.
She let me have her box and she said she would help me make it.
And I asked her why she bothered with me when I was forsaken.
I heard grace say that she grew up around the weak
And the broken were the people that she desired to seek
And the fallen were her students in classes that she could teach
And that she rarely thrived in churches, but flourished upon the streets.
One Mary Magdalene over all of the Pharisees
A fall from the summer is not a seasonal heresy.
When we fall Grace jumps catching off this balance beam
And I fell, but I’m so glad she came for me.