Every evening, Lord,
the sun sets just a little earlier and soon enough,
too soon will Labor Day's horizon
eclipse these august days, prompting me to wonder:
why must good times have an end?
Good times come too seldom
- or so it often seems -
and when they do, they're here and then
- they're much too quickly gone...
And as wonderful as memories are,
they are, Lord, well, just memories...
Why must good times end, Lord?
And why are memories not enough
nor autumn's promised light:
filtered through a filigree of autumn leaves,
gently, softly turning, falling, dying...
Why does none of this suffice to help me take my leave
of summer's warmth and pace and peace?
My heart clings fast to summertime
but summer's letting go of me...
Of seasons there are four, Lord,
but I've known so many more
in just in my life alone:
seasons of peace, seasons of strain;
seasons of sadness, seasons of gain;
seasons of sunlight, seasons of rain;
seasons of comfort, seasons of pain;
seasons of planting, seasons of grain;
seasons of waiting a season to come
just to break the seasons’ chain…
I should be grateful for the fall, Lord,
for your gentle preparation of creation and us all
for the fading, the chill and the dying winter brings...
No season ever changes, around me or within me,
but that you know first the difference, Lord,
the change will make in me...
Be with me, Lord, I pray,
in all the seasons of my life,
and in the seasons in between,
as when summer turns fall
and the turning's hard to bear...
Bless and heal my seasoned heart
and open me to changes
in the weeks and months ahead:
be my guide and walk beside me, Lord,
from summer into fall...
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep rest in your peace...
Amen.
God of All My Days
by Mark Hall and Jason Ingram of Casting Crowns
I came to You with my heart in pieces
And found the God with healing in His hands
I turned to You, put everything behind me
And found the God who makes all things new
I looked to You drowning in my questions
And found the God who holds all wisdom
And I trusted You and stepped out on the ocean
You caught my hand among the waves
‘Cause You’re the God of all my days
Each step I take
You make a way
And I will give You all my praise
My seasons change, You stay the same
You’re the God of all my days
I ran from You, I wandered in the shadows
And found a God who relentlessly pursues
I hid from You, haunted by my failure
And found the God whose grace still covers me
I fell on You when I was at my weakest
And found the God, the lifter of my head
And I’ve worshiped You and felt You right beside me
You’re the reason that I sing
‘Cause You’re the God of all my days
In my worry, God, You are my stillness
In my searching, God, You are my answers
In my blindness, God, You are my vision
In my bondage, God, You are my freedom
In my weakness, God, You are my power
You’re the reason that I sing
‘Cause You’re the God of all my days
In my blindness, God, You are my vision
In my bondage, God, You are my freedom
All my days
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