The rain washes the chalk away and all our work was for nothing

All the rivers run into the sea
Yet, the sea is not full
Until the place from whence the rivers come
Thither they return again
All things are full of labor
Man cannot utter it
The eye is not satisfied with seeing
nor the ear filled with hearing
The thing that hath been
is that which shall be
And that which is not
is that which shall be gone
There is no new thing under the sun

And I there am broken
Until I find where I can be removed
And let go of what I've felt
To be remade by love I've been shown
The rain stops
The birds come out
And I am fixed



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Writer(s): Randy Pitts
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