To Everything There Is a Season

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die. A time when birth shares its first breath. A time we crawl, falling in laughter. A time when our minds open to the world, and we imagine the unimaginable. A time we see every purpose under Heaven, that grieves at our self-righteousness. Through every season our soul shall tremble and bend like brown stalks left naked from the harvest, moving slowly, caught by winds of our lives. Plucked from the earth,to plant newer seeds, to the earth returned, awaiting Heaven's purpose. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven A time to live, a time to be judged. A time to be born, a time to die. contest I'm not ashamed of the gospel 1/14/16 Lines.. to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under Heaven A time to be born and a time to die...from Ecclesiastes 3