Sunny days, keepin’ the clouds away
I think we’re coming to a clearing and a brighter day
So far away, still I think they say,
The wait will make their heart grow stronger or fonder
I can’t quite remember anyway
So if you’re waitin’ for love
Well it’s a promise I’ll keep
If you don’t mind believing
That it changes everything
Time will never matter
Winter, spring is what love can truly bring
Ice turns to water, water flows to everything
You can lose your mind, maybe then your heart will find
I hope you won’t give up what’s movin’ you inside, no
If the car won’t start, when you turn the key
When the music comes on
All your cold, cold heart can do is skip a beat
Jars of Clay
Songwriters: Stephen Mason, Charlie Lowell, Dan Haseltine, Matt Odmark
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There is a right time for everything,
and everything on earth will happen at the right time.
There is a time to be born
and a time to die.
There is a time to plant
and a time to pull up plants.
There is a time to kill
and a time to heal.
There is a time to destroy
and a time to build.
There is a time to cry
and a time to laugh.
There is a time to be sad
and a time to dance with joy.
There is a time to throw weapons down
and a time to pick them up.
There is a time to hug someone
and a time to stop holding so tightly.
There is a time to look for something
and a time to consider it lost.
There is a time to keep things
and a time to throw things away.
There is a time to tear cloth
and a time to sew it.
There is a time to be silent
and a time to speak.
There is a time to love
and a time to hate.
There is a time for war
and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3
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Father, thank You for Your love. Thank You for sending us Your Word through song and through the life we live. Please send Your Holy Spirit to prompt us to do better…to convict us when we are wrong…and to celebrate the victories with us! Thank You for Your love, mercy, and grace. Thank You for Your provision. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Tina, I am thankful for God’s love and His promise to love us through all ‘seasons’ of our lives.