Must Be the Seasom Songtext

von Tony Vincent

Ten thousand man go marching up
The hill and when they reach the top
They go on marching down
To fields of blood and spoils of war and then
It's five a.m. I don't what
I'm doing up and on the floor
It's just so strange to see
The grace that's raining down on me
(Raining down on me)

There's no rhyme, there's no reason
Must be the season, of God's love

Through broken glass and hungry eyes
A father tells his children lies
He says he's coming back
But he knows he's not coming back again
I could have been that man if I
Had not surrendered to the call
The pull was strong enough
To bend my will and break my fall
(No more need to fall)

There's no rhyme, there's no reason
Must be the season, of God's love

I don't pretend to know the reason
I've been chosen to receive
The mercy strenght and peace
His dying on the cross for me released

Must be the season, must be the season
Of God's love