Not sure why but this song by the Byrds has been wizzing around in my head all day:
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to laugh, a time to weep.
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down. A time to dance, a time to mourn. A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate. A time of war, a time of peace. A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose. A time to rend, a time to sew. A time to love, a time to hate. A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
It's an awesome song when you really listen to it and take it to heart... for everything there is a time! A time to become the slave that is in your heart... A time to learn who you are...
and a time to stop looking so hard and live the life that is there...
Maybe that's what it is all about... it's time to continue the journey and release all the anxieties that I hold ... Maybe it's time to let the Master - MASTER!
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