As Dust Begins to Fall

Above the casket of my friend
I hear the words about the end
From this book in chapter three
The scripture of the seasons mean

When we're born with brand new eyes
We know not of the means to die
We grow through life from planted seeds
We're one day picked to fulfill deeds
Days cast away the heavy stones
And others bare more to the load

Together times are to embrace
Then embracing turns to refrain
When we get we soon will lose
To cast away or keep, we choose
Life can rend while God still sews
To be silent or to show

Time
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to break, and a time to build
A time to weep, a time to laugh
A time to mourn, and a time to dance

To boast upon our lively works
Not knowing what comes after
From labored days we eat and drink
Rejoice or not? Live miserably

There's wicked and there's righteous hearts
But judgement shouldn't be my art
A single place we all will end
From the dust to dust again

Time
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to break, and a time to build
A time to weep, a time to laugh
A time to mourn, and a time to dance

From the ground the maker breaths
The dust into the man we see
Seasons from the one above
We mourn from loss of living beings

Hate
Love
Peace
War

Time
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to break, and a time to build
A time to weep, a time to laugh
A time to mourn, and a time to dance

From the ground the maker breaths
The dust into the man we see
Seasons from the one above
We mourn from loss of living beings

Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better
Than that a man should rejoice in his own works
For that is his portion
For who shall bring him to see what shall be after him



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Writer(s): Benjamen Duncan
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