Seasons

There are times ...

When all that you want to see

Are things I'm not meant to be

There are days ...

When all that you want to do

Are things that aren't meant for you

There are seasons to plant

and there'll be seasons to reap

There'll be a moment for me

and for you

There are weeks...

That will make you feel bleak

In those moments, its Him you'll seek

There are years

That will be wrapped with fears

But he'll be there to wipe your tears

There are reasons to live

and there'll be seasons to die

Remember; He died for you and I