He makes the seasons march each year,
In their perfect turn;
Summer’s growth, autumn’s ears,
Winter’s death, and spring’s new life, the earth itself cravingly yearns.

It’s full of violence and deceit
He offers so much more
The lion and the lamb asleep
The week are strong, the rich are poor

The lush green isles, now grim and grey
Burdened from the curse
Yet His gentle rains will wash away,
From death to life reverse

He sees and feels our hope and hurts
He helps our struggles, knows our dreams
All within His plan he works
With love he heals, with love, He redeems