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    My heart has known the winters
    And my feet have known the snow
    But mine eyes have seen the glory
    Of a seed begin to grow

    There is a time to uproot, darling
    But most days just hold on tight
    For there’s a time for darkness, honey
    But dawn will always beat the night

    Sometimes death will come calling
    When you’ve been good and warned
    And other times its cold hands will cradle
    Dreams yet to be born

    There is a time to dance on sorrow
    And a time to kiss her cheek
    There is a time to mourn in silence
    But justice aches to hear you speak

    And I don’t know the end, or tomorrow’s story
    But I have found the one who gives me rest
    And I will make my bed in his promises
    For he holds true when nothing’s left
    When nothing’s left

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    There is a time when laughter will echo
    Through your halls of peace
    But war is known to change your locks
    And carry off the family keys

    There is a time for healing and pain
    A time for drought and a time for rain
    There is a time for everything
    Until we crown the risen king
    Until we crown the risen king

    And I don’t know the end, or tomorrow’s story
    But I have found the one who gives me rest
    And I will make my bed in his promises
    For he holds true when nothing’s left
    When nothing’s left

    So crown him in your mourning
    And crown him in your laughter
    And crown him when it all turns dark

    Crown him when you bury
    And crown him when you marry
    And crown him when your faith finds a spark

    Crown him for he’s faithful
    And crown him for he’s worthy
    And crown him for he is good

    Crown him for his promises
    Cut through the blindness
    Of children that have barely understood

    The beauty that has come
    And the beauty yet to come
    And the beauty that is yours and that is mine
    And that death produces life
    And that we are made alive
    By the king who paints beauty with time
    By the king who paints beauty with time
    By the king who paints beauty with time

    And I don’t know the end, or tomorrow’s story
    But I have found the one who gives me rest
    And I will make my bed in his promises
    For he holds true when nothing’s left
    When nothing’s left

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    Composición: John Lucas Kovasckitz

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