When the Seasons Turn

When the Seasons Turn Verse 1 I’ve learned the weight of mornings with an empty hand, Counting hope instead of coins I thought I’d planned. Every sunrise finds another application sent, A quiet prayer folded into each document. The world has taught me patience in a language made of scars, Measuring my future by unanswered stars. Still I lace my faith like worn-out shoes before I run, Because surrender never built a home for anyone. Pre-Chorus There’s a newborn waiting somewhere in tomorrow’s light, A family depending on this ordinary fight. My sister says, “Keep walking, don’t let the darkness win,” So I carry all her courage underneath my skin. Chorus The seasons turn—I’ve seen the trees remember spring, Even roots beneath the frost are working silently. I know these empty pockets don’t define the soul I keep, God is writing harvests while I’m learning how to weep. One day I’ll laugh at mountains that once buried all my days, Every giant shrinking underneath amazing grace. If the night can hold the stars without forgetting dawn, Then I know my better days are surely coming on. Verse 2 Everything changed the day my mother closed her eyes, Silence moved into the house without disguise. Cold became a language every hallway understood, And laughter wore the memory of what once was good. Now I dream of buying Dad a truck that’s built to last, Fixing up the home where every memory still asks. Not to erase the pain—but to honor where we’ve been, Turning broken boards into a place that heals again. Pre-Chorus I can’t remember what a heavy wallet feels like now, Funny how the smallest needs become enormous somehow. Every bill looks like a mountain from where I’m standing still, Yet I believe tomorrow has a stronger will. Chorus The seasons turn—I’ve seen the rivers carve through stone, Not by force, but by refusing to stop flowing on. So I kneel and speak with Heaven every single day, Trading fear for faith in words I barely know to say. I can feel the wind changing though the sky stays gray, Hope has always whispered long before it finds its way. Every door that’s closed is teaching these tired hands to knock, And every second waiting is another seed in God. Bridge What if poverty is only winter wearing borrowed clothes? What if every barren branch already knows the rose? What if the soul is richest when it chooses not to break? What if faith is simply standing when your knees still shake? I will not dissolve into the sorrow that I’ve known. Grief may be my neighbor, but it isn’t my home. The road is long—but roads were never meant to stay; They only carry pilgrims to another day. Final Chorus The seasons turn—and so will I, just wait and see. The pages aren’t the ending of this story written for me. Every résumé I send is another verse of faith, Every “no” is only making room for Heaven’s “wait.” One day my child will ask me how we made it through, I’ll say, “Love kept the fire alive when nothing else would do.” And I’ll place the keys inside my father’s weathered hand, Watch him smile beside the house we finally built again. Outro So if you ask me how I’m doing— I’m becoming. Not wealthy… Not finished… Not defeated. Just another soul Walking faithfully Until the seasons turn.