Seasons come and seasons go
Winding rivers ebb and flow
Where He leads me I will go
Through the changes He arranges
Bittersweet changes
In my mirror and my soul

Days are shorter, nights are long
Wondering where
The time has gone
Slowing down but pressing on
Through the changes He arranges
Bittersweet changes
In my mirror and my soul

Like a willow that knows
When it's time for weeping
Or time to bend
I must learn to comprehend
All the changes He arranges
Bitterweet changes
In my mirror and my soul

Youth is fleeting innocence
That throws caution to the wind
What I once would disregard
Now causes fear within
Time reveals a weaker side
That has to trust in Him
I'll stay with Him
Through the changes

Outwardly I waste away
Inwardly renewed each day
As He molds this jar of clay
Through the changes He arranges
Bittersweet changes
In my mirror and my soul