in its time

as the flowers would bloom in its season;
everything thee has done is with reason.
you who make the seed grow in time,
says ‘do not worry about a dime’

you who made the sun rise every morn’
made the rainbow and justly sworn.
never again you’ll forsake what is thine
for you make all things beautiful in its time.

you who had the seasons ordained.
blessed me more than I can contain.
every hair on my head is numbered,
your eyes zealous guards me, they do not slumber.

you see all things perfect at appointed time.
I give you my all, make thee thine.

[imm]