ECCLESIASTES 3: IT'S ABOUT TIME
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IT’S ABOUT TIME (Ecclesiastes 3) There is a time for everything, A season for every activity. It’s part of God’s design, Based on practicality. There’s a time to be born and a time to die, A time to plant and uproot. God’s order of things cannot be changed; In fact, the point is moot. A time to kill and a time to be killed, Not desired, but nonetheless true. There’s a time to heal from hurts, Emotional and physical too. There’s a time to tear down and a time to build, Or build and later tear down. It’s an ongoing building cycle, Within every city and town. There’s a time to weep and a time to laugh To mourn and even dance. Whether we cry or rejoice, Depends on the circumstance. There’s a time to scatter stones, Even if with a trumpet call. Other times they are gathered; And are used to build a wall. There’s a time to embrace and a time to refrain;