Seasons of Faith III

by JLR

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Ecclesiastes 3:1

Seasons of Faith

III

So, it was my time to be born,
a son to them. I was born!
Having been taught His words to be Pure,
I know there will be a time to die for sure.
While along the way, from season to season,
I will make time to plant when there is a good reason.
Frolicking in fields, I'll find rocks for chucking
but when comes time for plucking

up that which is planted,
I hope to harvest all that God has granted.

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A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace,

and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; Ecclesiastes 3:6

My eyes have teared, and I have clung to every laugh and felt
the celebration of this life, and each dance has been heartfelt.
Over the ebb and flow of these events, I found it best to cast away
stones of the past and make time to crush them into clay.

Given the blessing of years of time to feel God's embrace,
I grew to refrain from affirming the bad things I would chase.
Much time I worked to get, and learned over time, what to lose;
On bent knees, I made time to be prayerful to cast away the blues,

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A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace." Ecclesiastes 7:8

So many autumns, winters, springs, and summers
I have plied toward salvation, my heart beating like a drummer,
while Satan tried to rend my good "free will" to shreds,
but always host of Angels stood ready, to sew me new threads.

In the silence of my sleep, I prayed to the Lord my soul He'd keep
and with the dawn of a new day, I was given God's love to speak,
in a brave voice, loud and clear,
there is a choice; I plead, "please hear."

Go! Make this a time of love; it's not too late!
Put away the clock's steady chime of hate.
God would prefer we waste no more time on war.
But have us ring bells for peace and war no more.

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