There is a time for everything
you say
And I have seen this day
by day.
Before I saw what I wanted
come
But now I feel that time is
done.
What I needed, wanted my
desire
Consumed me like a raging
fire;
But I realize now that it cannot
last
Years from now it will be called
the past.
Thank you, God, for walking with
me
And holding my hand when I couldn’t
see
That there comes a time for us to
be
And there comes a time for setting
free;
A time for certainty, to know
And so a time for letting go.