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     Why am I cast down
    And despondently sad
   When I long to be happy
      And joyous and glad?

     Why is my heart heavy
    With unbearable weight
        As I try to escape
   This soul-saddened state?

        I ask myself often...
   'What makes life this way'
    Why is the song silenced
    In the heart that was gay?

    And then,with God's help
        It all becomes clear,
The "soul" has its Seasons
   Just the same as the year.

     I too must pass through
      Life's autumn of dying,
          A desolate period
     Of heart-hurt and crying.

          Followed by winter
       Like frost bitten hands
        My heart is as frozen
    As the snow covered land.

      Yes, man too must pass
Through the seasons God sends,
     Content in the knowledge
        That everything ends.

        Spring comes and lifts
    The dark veil covering me,
         And I know that soon
         My life will be free....

          Oh! What a blessing
    To know there are reasons
      And to find that our soul
   Must,Too,have it's seasons.