To everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to break down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to count as lost,
a time to keep and a time to discard,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
I think we're all feeling a little fragile and a little vulnerable these days. I think this is how the author of Ecclesiastes was feeling when he wrote the words above. For me, this has been a season of reflection and backtracking. The future looks uncertain, even for those of us who have put our faith in God and in his Word. "Be anxious for nothing" seems to have temporarily become a burdensome demand, rather than the comforting and reassuring words they were meant to be. I see a lot of discouragement. I see a lot of anxiousness. I see a lot of walking wounded, even in those of us who have been healed.
O wounded one come to the Son
the chains that hold you can now be released
No need to run for He has overcome
so your striving and struggling can now cease
O wounded one come to the Son
by whose wounds and scares you have been healed
Come see his face at the throne of grace
then soon to you the Father revealed
O wounded one come to the Son
on his lovingkindness you can depend
Throw off all fear then boldly draw near
for your Savior is calling you his friend
O wounded one come to the Son
and humbly bow here at Jesus' feet
Abandon your sin and come learn from him
for He is lowly, for He is meek
O wounded one come to the Son
O child, his work in you is not complete
There is more grace and there is more truth
all for you if his Kingdom you will seek
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