Tuesday, September 10, 2013

TFT: The Byrds


Not every song that will be featured in this TWO FOR TUESDAY (TFT) series will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair while others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father in one way or another, and I hope that you will want to hear and fully accept the message, if you have been allowed and enabled to.


Turn Turn Turn
The Byrds
To everything
Turn turn turn
There is a season
Turn turn turn
And a time to every purpose
Under Heaven

A time to be born
A time to die
A time to plant
A time to reap
A time to kill
A time to heal
A time to laugh
A time to weep

To everything
Turn turn turn
There is a season
Turn turn turn
And a time to every purpose
Under Heaven

A time to build up
A time to break down
A time to dance
A time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything
Turn turn turn
There is a season
Turn turn turn
And a time to every purpose
Under Heaven

A time of love
A time of hate
A time of war
A time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything
Turn turn turn
There is a season
Turn turn turn
And a time to every purpose
Under Heaven

A time to gain
A time to lose
A time to rend
A time to sew
A time for love
A time for hate
A time for peace
I swear it’s not too late


Eight Miles High
The Byrds
Eight miles high
And when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s
Stranger than known

Signs in the street
That say where you goin’
Are somewhere
Just being their own

Nowhere is
There’s warmth to be found
Among those afraid
Of losing their ground

Rain gray town
Known for its sound
In places
Small faces abound

Round the squares
Huddled in storms
Some laughing
Some just shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes
And black limousines
Some living
Some standing alone

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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