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Peace Will Come Again

For he rose from the ashes the
ash tree only draped in cloth,
stunned to silence as he spoke
the words of God.
There is a time for everything
and a season from under the heavens,
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 tear 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 scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to break 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.
As he finished he was gone as fast
as he came but this verse will
Always stay the same.

© Maxine Hyde