When you feel down cast and despondently sad
And you long to be happy and carefree and glad
Do you ask yourself as I often do;
Why must there be days that are cheerless and blue?
Why is the song silenced in the heart that was gay?
And then I asked god what makes life this way,
And his explanation makes everything clear.
The soul has its seasons the same as the year.
We too must pass through lifes autumn of death
And have his heart frozen by winters cold breathe
But spring always comes with new life and birth
Followed by summer To warm the soft earth
And oh what a comfort to know there are seasons.
That souls like nature must too have their seasons.
Bounteous seasons and barren ones too.
Times for rejoicing and times to be blue,
For with nothing but sameness
How dull life would be.
For only lifes challenge can set the soul free
And it takes a mixture of both bitter and sweet
To season our lives and make them complete
|
|
|
| 
No comments:
Post a Comment