A couple of days ago, a young girl posted this on her blog. As I was reading it, I thought of many things and it brought back memories of “The Byrds,” who set it to music. These are old words that still speak true today, words for all the things that come and go in our lives. The only video I could find is an old live one. It doesn’t do the song justice. The non live version is very beautiful, as are these words.
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal …
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance …
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend 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.