Time can pass so quickly,
Then, again, some times will pause.
A moment may seem everlasting,
Soon the moment's lost.
But line by line increasing,
After time is dead and done,
My soul will bear the circles of
The seasons I have won.

I've planted hopes in springtime
That were fruitful in the fall,
Yet, other dreams I've planted there
Proved barren after all.
But through the pains of growing,
I remember as I grieve,
The promises were given first
In blossoms before leaves.

Seasons of a woman's life,
A time and purpose to all things.
Tears of winter welcoming
The promises of spring.
The seasons of a woman's life
Are set and known to only One,
Perfected in God's wisdom,
By the workings of His Son.

I sing a song of life
With many verses sad and sweet,
The measures of discord resolve
When the harmony's complete.
I believe when all is known
From the end to beginning,
My song will be a hymn of praise
That now I know not how
To write or sing.

Seasons of a woman's life,
A time and purpose to all things.
Tears of winter welcoming
The promises of spring.
The seasons of a woman's life
Are set and known to only One,
Perfected in God's wisdom.
We are ever going on.
We are ever going on
By the workings of His Son!

Words by Toni Thomas
Music by Diane Tuiofu

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