Everything In Its Time - Ecclesiastes 3: 1,2
Life has it’s many seasons
every purpose in it’s right time
wherever we are there’s a plan
whether in life’s dotage or it’s prime
There’s a time to come forth
into life to take the first breath
but also when you breath your last
that marks your time of death
In all of life there is time
to plant that little speck of seed
then later will grow to fruition
where you pluck it up for it’s need
Such is all the cycle of life
everything was it’s proper season
making most of what you’re given
working out it’s truest reason
(‘To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pluck what is planted.’ Ecclesiastes ch. 3 vs. 1-2 )
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2016
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