Coins And Promises

I should know better

I should believe You

But leaves are falling

And I am crumbling in brittle pieces

I should remember

How well You warmed me

But I'm standing in the browns and greys

Of a season's ending

They say everyone must toss the coin of fate

I think it's such a cold, cold comfort for comfort's sake

So I take these coins and promises

And I hold them in my trembling hands

One is chance, one is rest

One I toss

The other I live

I fear the forecast

I know it can move me

Still I close my eyes and try to remember

The sweet words You told me

I am simply so unprepared

So weak and frightened by the whole affair

I cannot stand

But I will not fall

Without Your promises

Nothing makes sense at all

So I dig them in

And I dare my soul to believe