God of all Seasons.

 God of All Seasons

God of all seasons, You hold the times in Your hand,

The turning of the ages, the shifting of the land.

Winter and summer, springtime and fall,

You are the Sovereign Lord over all.

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease. (Genesis 8:22)

In the winter of my waiting, when the ground is cold and bare,

When nothing grows, when hope seems frozen in despair—

You are there. You are working underneath the frost,

Preparing life that cannot be seen, counting not the cost.

The branches bare remind me that You are not yet done,

That underneath the surface, new life has begun.

In the springtime of new beginnings, when the first green shoots appear,

When hope returns and blossoms and casts out every fear—

You are there. The rain that falls, the sun that warms the ground,

Are mercies new each morning, Your faithfulness unbound.

You make all things beautiful in the rhythm of Your time,

Planting seeds of purpose in this heart of mine.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

In the summer of abundance, when the harvest fills the field,

When blessings overflow and a bountiful yield

Surrounds me with Your goodness, I remember then

That every good and perfect gift comes from You again.

Yet in the heat of labor, when the days are long and bright,

You are the shade that covers me, the strength to continue the fight.

In the autumn of transitions, when the leaves begin to fall,

When things I've held so tightly are released at Your call—

You are there. The letting go, the colors fading gold,

Are part of Your design, a story to be told.

For every season serves a purpose in Your sovereign will,

And in each one, Your promise stands: You are with me still.

To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

God of all seasons, I trust You in each one—

In the waiting, in the growing, in the harvest, when it's done.

You are the constant through the change, the anchor through the storm,

The One who holds the calendar, whose love keeps me warm.

So whether winter's chill or summer's heat,

Whether springtime rain or autumn leaves beneath my feet,

I will praise You, God of seasons, for You are always good,

And in every change of season, You are understood—

The unchanging, faithful Father, the same yesterday and forever,

The God of all seasons, who fails me never.

Amen.