Remember, though the season be
A blackish-gray monotony
Of cloudy sky and muffled sound
And snow that lies on frigid ground,
To each of us there comes a season
That soothes the soul and rights the reason,
When we have learned to cast aside
Our bitterness, our greed and pride.
And in their stead, we then displace
These senseless faults with God's pure grace
Then Winter's bitter wind departs
And we feel Spring within our hearts.
Where flowers bloom in grand array
And rainbows chase the gloom away
For kinder thoughts and nobler deeds
Are what an ailing body needs.
At times we grow; at times we rest.
The time for each, He knows the best.
Through every season, oh may we be
Drawn closer Lord, my God, to Thee.
~ Polly Thornton
To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose
under the heaven...
Eccl. 3:1
And in their stead, we then displace
These senseless faults with God's pure grace
Then Winter's bitter wind departs
And we feel Spring within our hearts.
Where flowers bloom in grand array
And rainbows chase the gloom away
For kinder thoughts and nobler deeds
Are what an ailing body needs.
At times we grow; at times we rest.
The time for each, He knows the best.
Through every season, oh may we be
Drawn closer Lord, my God, to Thee.
~ Polly Thornton
To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose
under the heaven...
Eccl. 3:1
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