For So
Many seasons
You'll travel through.
For So
Many learned lessons,
Blessings disguised
in Your pain.
Suffering isn't
without purpose.
For each season
Weather varies,
One season
storm rages,
While calm
from another.
No two
the same,
Energy produces
different variables.
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
For I'll
Still the waters.
For Your
Sacred Season,
For I'll
Rain down,
Endless blessings
Out of
The Pearly Gates Of Heaven.
