Seasons

Donald Lawrence keeps this one brief and almost entirely present-tense — "I feel seasons everywhere, and I feel blessings in the air" — naming a shift rather than building an argument for it across multiple verses. The short lyric captured here reads more like a spoken prophetic word set to music than a fully developed song.

What content there is stays specific about the wait itself: "I know that you've invested a lot, the return has been slow, you throw up your hands and say I give up, I just can't take it anymore." That honesty about exhaustion isn't smoothed over before the turn arrives.

The turn, when it comes, is brief and declarative: "I hear the Spirit say that it's your time, the waiting is over, walk into your season." Ecclesiastes' framing of a season for everything under heaven, and Galatians' promise of a harvest for those who don't grow weary in doing good, both sit behind a song content to say less rather than more — the announcement itself is the point, not an argument for believing it.