Sunday Mornng Peace

There is a time . . .

for every purpose under heaven . . .

to be born

to die

to plant

to pluck up the planted

to kill

to heal

to break down

to build up

to weep

to laugh

to mourn

to dance

to cast away
to gather

to refrain from hugs

to get

to lose

to keep

to cast away

to love

to hate

a time of war

of peace

He has made everything beautiful in his time.

Blessings!