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Seasons

Seasons of the Soul

via Seasonslyrics&life

Your Still small Voice, like  small bunched Buds

clasping my Branch and Tree, breaking thru’

my Winter :  You, rich with Breath ,  Tender -Spring ,

Gentle Crimson –  reaching w

here none else

can  flow  ;

Season – swept  Field , rain-wrung Sky,

scorched Seed : these Seasons within ,

Turn turn turn  to  Your   Whispers, O Father,

You , Renew

My Soul.

Your Still small Voice, like  small bunched Buds

clasping my Branch and Tree, breaking thru’

my Winter :  You, rich with Breath ,  Tender -Spring ,

Gentle Crimson –  reaching w

here none else

can  flow  ;

Season – swept  Field , rain-wrung Sky,

scorched Seed : these Seasons within ,

Turn turn turn  to  Your   Whispers, O Father,

You , Renew

My Soul.

Seasons of the soul

 

 

 

 

 

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