AS GOES THE SEASON

As goes the season,

so goes my soul.

From moments of youth and as I’m growing old.

Each memory an ember of ash floating by as I stare ever curious and as tears fill my eyes.

I count precious seconds amounted to years. Blessed by the minutes and cursed by my fears.

As goes the seasons, so goes my soul. Time marches on as I lose control.

Have I accomplished all I’m meant to do? What was my impact? What’s there left that’s new?

As goes the season, my soul is at rest.

“It is finished”you stated. You completed the test.

As goes the season, my soul is alive. You’ve readied the groomsmen and taken your bride.

You’ve died in my place. You’ve stricken down pride. You’ve slain all of sin. There’s no need to hide.

As goes the season, my soul has found peace.

Your blood, wooden cross, conquered death.

Sweet release.

It is well with my soul, all the world has been spared.

As goes the season, with the love you have shared.

Amen