All Times Are His Seasons

God made the sun and the moon
To distinguish the day from the night
And we must endure the darkness
To find the morning light
But God is ever shining
In the darkness of our lives
And if only we would hear Him
We would realize

All times are His seasons
The fruit of His hand
His mercies lie waiting
In the Son of Man

God never gave us a time
To distinguish His seasons of grace
And heaven is always watching
For the ones who seek His face
He doesn't say, "Wait 'til tomorrow"
Or "You should havе been here beforе"
The Father is waiting to see you
Open the door

All times are His seasons
The fruit of His hand
His mercies lie waiting
In the Son of Man
In the Son of Man

God doesn't call us in vain
Or hold back His gifts for a few
And today if you will hear Him
Then He will hear you, too
He doesn't say, "Wait 'til tomorrow"
Or "You should have been here before"
The Father is waiting to see you
Open the door

All times are His seasons
The fruit of His hand
His mercies lie waiting
In the Son of Man

All times are His seasons
The fruit of His hand
His mercies lie waiting
In the Son of Man
In the Son of Man