Season in His hands

For everything there is a season,
A time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to plant and a time to harvest
A time to kill and a time to heal
A time to tear down and a time to build up
A time to cry and a time to laugh
A time to grieve and a time to dance
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones

A time to embrace and a time to turn away
A time to search and a time to quit searching
A time to keep and a time to throw away
A time to tear and a time to mend
A time to be quiet and a time to speak
A time to love and a time to hate
A time for war and a time for peace

Eccelesiates 3: 1-8

Daddy,
Sometimes it takes so much
To yield to Your perfect plan
To the Time that You hold in Your hands.
But I’m learning
Learning to submit
With all i am.
Learning to let You
Slowly heal the wounds
That hurts.

Its the season again
A time to take hold and a time to let go
I’m letting go
And place it in Your hands
The string of kite that im not capable of holding
Will i get to hold it back again
I do not know
But one thing im confident of
It will soar high
Really high
With You...

A time for rain and a time for rainbow
Hope that will never fade
Hope that will only appear after every storm
Yet, right now
I just want to sit alone
In the season of crystal bead of raindrops
That beat out a beautiful melody
Every drops that fall on me...

“For three things will abide forever- faith, hope and love- and the greatest of these is love.”
1Corinthians 13:13

Daddy, let me remain let me hide in Your love forever...