The Truth We Find

A time to be born, and a time to fade away
A time to plant the seed in the warming clay
A time to heal the wounds that the shadows bring
A time to tear apart, and a time to cling

What profit in the chase 'neath the endless sky?
All labor and longing, they rise and they fly
Yet in every turning, a purpose takes flight
Balancing sorrow with sparks of pure light

There is a season, and a time for every soul
To weave the threads of joy through the hidden whole
Turn, turn, turn, let the rhythm unfold
In the dance of days, the story is told

A time to build the walls that the wild winds break
A time to weep in silence, for the heart's own sake
A time to laugh with echoes that chase the dawn
A time to mourn the embers when the fire is gone

There is a season, and a time for every dream
To mend the broken branches in the quiet stream
Turn, turn, turn, let the circle unwind
In the flow of moments, the truth we find

A time to gather stones from the river's bend
A time to scatter them where the journeys end
A time to hold in silence, a time to raise the call
A time for war's fierce echo, a time for peace to fall

There is a season, and a time for every heart
To embrace the fading colors before they depart
Turn, turn, turn, in the wheel we spin
Where beginnings whisper, and endings begin

Where beginnings whisper, and endings begin

Where beginnings whisper, and endings begin

Where beginnings whisper, and endings begin

©2025 Hugh Mungus