“Time” | SONG of the week

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 and a time for rain.
There is a time for everything
Until we crown the risen King.*

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.

So crown Him in your mourning,
And crown Him in your laughter,
And crown Him when it all turns dark.

Crown Him when you bury,
And crown Him when you marry,
And crown Him when your faith finds a spark.

Crown Him for He’s faithful,
And crown Him for He’s worthy,
And crown Him for He is good.

Crown Him for His promises
Cut through the blindness
Of children that have barely understood
The beauty that has come
And the beauty yet to come
And the beauty that is yours and that is mine,
And that death produces life
And that we are made alive
By the King who paints beauty with time.

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.

"Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise."
Frances Havergal