For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silent, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace.
i shared recently that i first read these words in my huge first bible (it was called Psalty Kid's Bible, with really cute illustrations of a Bible who can walk and who has friends to boot), and written on the front cover when my Dad first gave it to me. being a new-born Christian himself then, i guess that it had a special meaning to him. i don't think i really understood back then when i was 7, but years later, the meaning is only beginning to sink in.
a joy to type. in all times. don't let the convenience of copying and pasting take the joy away from the writing of this beautiful prose. i can only wonder of what Solomon was thinking when he wrote this. clearly. he had more on his shoulders, then i ever would have (even esp now. zz)
enjoy.
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