The Winter season breaks, the shadows flee, a new sound rises on the prophetic sea; the time of weeping has ceased its reign, and you are called up to joyful dance again. The Lord has turned your garments of ash, no longer bound by sorrow's sudden crash, the King has brought your weary heart release, and filled your soul with an unshakeable peace. Your feet are set upon a wider track, there is no longer any turning back; step into strength, receive your new design, and join the King’s Triumphal Procession fine. Plunge in the current, let the music start, and drink deep from the River of Delight in your heart. This is the promise, spoken and made known, to stand and stride upon your winning, holy ground. A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. For now I say- It is time to dance! You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my old garments and clothed me with new garments of gladness."
