A time to plant, a time to reap;
At night the stars their vigil keep.
A time for frost, a time for dew;
These are nature’s changes, always new.
A picture today, you may love and adore,
In the passing of time, will you care for it more?
A time to dance, a time to sing,
A time to be glad for everything.
The song of the wind is singing to you,
Moaning and whistling the whole night through.
Can we make our destines for weel or for woe?
Are we not created to be just so?
For good or for evil, is there a hand that guides,
All things are for good, none else besides.
Plants bend toward the sun to thrive and to grow,
Are the stars reflected in the afterglow?
There is a time to mate for the birds that fly;
Can we see all with the naked eye?
This law is as firm as the mountains that stand,
Truly the world “somewhere has a firm hand.”