[Verse 1] To everything there is a season, And a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die, A time to plant, a time to reap. A time to heal, a time to wound, A time to laugh, a time to weep. [Chorus] There is a time for all we do, In every path we wander through. Under the sky, by grace divine, Each moment fits in perfect time. [Verse 2] A time to break, a time to build, A time for sorrow, joy fulfilled. A time to cast, a time to gather stones, A time to hold, a time to let go on. A time to search, a time to lose, A time to keep, a time to choose. [Chorus] There is a time for all we do, In every path we wander through. Under the sky, by grace divine, Each moment fits in perfect time. [Bridge] He has made all things beautiful in their time, Eternity within our hearts, beyond our rhyme. From start to end, His work we cannot trace, Yet in His perfect season, we find rest and grace. [Verse 3] A time to tear, a time to sew, A time for silence, words to flow. A time to love, a time to hate, A time for conflict, peace to wait. What gain has one from all their toil? Yet in His time, our hearts rejoice. [Outro] There is a time… for all we do… Under heaven… His time is true…
