Inspired by 2 Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, Lyrics by William McRea

There's a season for everything,
Under heaven's gentle eye.
A moment to take our first breath,
And a moment to whisper goodbye.
There's a time to sow the seed,
And a time to gather the grain,
A time to heal the wounded heart,
And a time to feel the pain.

Every moment has its meaning,
Every season turns in time.
Through sorrow and through laughter,
In shadow and sunshine.
God gives purpose to each turning,
A reason in every rhyme,
For everything there's a season,
And for everything a time.

A time to break what must be broken,
A time to build anew,
A time for tears to freely fall,
A time to dance with you.
There's a time to gather closely,
And a time to let things go,
Moments when words are flowing,
And times when silence knows.

Every moment has its meaning,
Every season turns in time.
Through sorrow and through laughter,
In shadow and sunshine.
God gives purpose to each turning,
A reason in every rhyme, For everything there's a season,
And for everything a time.

Through love and war, Through peace and pain,
Life moves forward, Nothing stays the same.
So cherish the laughter, Hold tight through tears,
For seasons pass swiftly, Measured in years.

Every moment has its meaning, Every heartbeat has its place, For everything a season, In heaven's boundless grace.

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