Ecclesiastes: 3: 1~8 KJV

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up
that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to
embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

~ There Is A Season ~ So many things soon come and go Like autumn leaves, they do not last, One blink and before we know it Another day has passed. And what from it can we keep This all, we want to know, What meaning does it have To hold close as our own. We know we have our memories But, do they lift us much, While musing on all we have seen Of life and war and love. And when it all boils down There is nothing we can keep, When coldness knocks upon the door And the river's raging deep. Thus, God will grant us trials To find Him while we can, He'll give us tribulations So Him we'll understand. For if all is smooth and rosy We fill our days with stuff, But, always feel unsatisfied As if there's not enough. But, in a time of trouble We are stripped of all the dross And have to lean on Jesus To bear the painful loss. And the Lord Jesus we sure need For HE is all we'll know, When our last breath is taken And He takes us to His home. ~**~ Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems ©Oct. 2011 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au Poetry from The Heart