My Season
This is the appointed time; let Thy will be done not mine.
It is my season to pluck up; time for the running over of my cup.
It is my season to heal; each and every illness I repeal.
It is my season to build up; helping to keep others from their death cup.
It is my season to laugh and dance; maybe even find some romance.
It is my season to gather stones; to do not will leave me bemoaned.
It is my season to embrace; and not walk around with a poker face.
It is my season to gain and keep; into God's blessings I shall leap.
It is my season to sew and speak; allowing God my words to tweak.
It is my season of love; releasing all hate, and anger to be free of.
It is my season of peace; to my personal wars I see a decrease!
This is the appointed time; let Thy will be done not mine.
Valerie Champion
1/23/2013
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