| Seasons Come |
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Seasons come, then they go away. Only Jesus is here to stay. Everything withers and dies. With our Lord we become alive. Life is here, in the blink of an eye. On His love we can rely. What can we say that we have done For the Father and the Son? When our life on earth has past, Only what we've done for Christ will last. Seasons come and days go by. We are born and then we die. I am thankful for His gifts of salvation and everlasting grace. What can I say that I have done Here, in this place. |
| © Nancy Hoback 2003 |
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