Seasons

Come one come all this is the truth or so they say

The image is more important than, it's more important than the being

The truth is this message is a dissimulated depiction of what is reality

They have become a wounder, a wounder of the healers

Rather than a healer of the many wounded

Come one come all this is the truth not what they say

Without grace how can any of us make any progress

We all have sinned and fallen short

But if we let that hold us back we would be nothing at all

Personal responsibility has replaced personal response

This is the final straw

You are dead to me

Your actions prove nothing

You are dead to us

There is a season for everything

What will you take from this what will you make of this

There is a season for everything

What will you take from this what will you make