Artist: John Lucas Album: Promised Land Year: 2015 My heart has known the winters, And my feet have known the snow, But mine eyes have seen the glory Of a seed begin to grow. There is a time to uproot, darling, But most days just hold on tight. For there’s a time for darkness, honey, But dawn will always beat the night. Sometimes death will come calling When you’ve been good and warned, And other times its cold hands will cradle Dreams yet to be born. There is a time to dance on sorrow And a time to kiss her cheek. There is a time to mourn in silence, But justice aches to hear you speak. And I don’t know the end, or tomorrow’s story, But I have found the one who gives me rest. And I will make my bed in His promises, For He holds true when nothing’s left. There is a time when laughter will echo Through your halls of peace, But war is known to change your locks And carry off the family keys. There is a time for healing and pain, A time for drought an