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