Refrain:
To ev'rything, there is a season;
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant,
and a time for harvest;
A time to meet
and a time to part.
A sower went out
to sow the seed;
some of it fell upon the path,
Some fell on shallow, rocky soil,
and some among choking thorns.
Refrain:
To ev'rything, there is a season;
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to speak
and a time for silence;
A time to wound
and a time to heal.
Nothing can grow in barren soil;
briars and ravens take their toll,
Still there is grain a hundred-fold,
from seed that took root
and grew.
Refrain:
To ev'rything, there is a season;
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time for joy
and a time for grieving;
A time to seek
and a time to lose.
God's word is
like the farmer's seed;
rooted in joyful,
loving hearts,
Growing like grain
in fertile ground,
a harvest that overflows.
Refrain:
To ev'rything, there is a season;
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant,
and a time for harvest;
A time to meet
and a time to part.