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There is a time and a season
for everything,
there is a time for sorrow,
a time for joy,
a time to be born,
a time to live,
a time to cry and weep,
a time to sleep,
and a time to awake,
there is a time to die.
Its hard for us in lots of ways,
all the joy we want it to stay,
but these trials are for our good,
in all kinds of ways,
they teach us to rejoice,
when the sorrow goes away,
we Praise our Maker,
for the good and the bad,
now sometimes we're stubborn
but its all still so sad,
all the lost still wonder,
why we really don't have it all that bad..
Written by:©Betty Bolden
1-16-04
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