To everything there is a season

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late

The seasons of my life seem to be moving quicker and quicker with the close and dawn of each new day. If its true that we reap what we sow then I am reaping the benefits of a youth laden with shortsighted challenges. I sowed the seeds for one life or so I thought and it did not come to fruition. It is now for another. The twisted part is that the seeds we each sowed are coming true for the either and where does that leave us but coveting what the other has once more. It has always been the foundation of who we were together, coveting the things the other achieved.

However as the song says, " A time for peace, I swear its not to late" I pray for that peace to come to both of us.