Must Be The Season
Tony Vincent Lyrics


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Ten thousand men 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 know 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)

[Chorus:]
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)

[Chorus:]

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




Must be the season
Of God's love

Overall Meaning

In "Must Be The Season," Tony Vincent tackles big themes about life, death, war, and faith. In the first verse, he describes the senselessness of war, using the image of ten thousand soldiers marching up a hill and then down to their deaths. The contrast between the brutality of war and the peacefulness of the singer's present moment (waking up at 5 a.m. and feeling grace raining down on him) creates a sense of tension and paradox that runs throughout the song.


In the second verse, Vincent shifts to a more personal and intimate story about a father who tells his children lies about when he will return. This could be interpreted as a metaphor for God's promises of divine love and protection, which can be difficult to believe in when faced with the realities of life. Vincent acknowledges this struggle, singing, "I don't pretend to know the reason / I've been chosen to receive / The mercy strength and peace / His dying on the cross for me released."


Line by Line Meaning

Ten thousand men go marching up
An endless number of soldiers are moving upwards


The hill and when they reach the top
Upon reaching their destination


They go on marching down
The soldiers continue marching ahead


To fields of blood and spoils of war and then
To lands of violence and loot


It's five a.m I don't know what
It's still dark outside and I am unsure


I'm doing up and on the floor
As I awaken on the ground


It's just so strange to see
It feels weird to witness


The grace that's raining down on me
The mercy that is being showered upon me


There's no rhyme
No logic or system


There's no reason
No explanation


Must be the season
It might be the period


Of God's love
Of the affection of the Divine


Through broken glass and hungry eyes
Amid shattered lenses and starving glances


A father tells his children lies
A dad deceives his offspring


He says he's coming back
He promises he will return


But he knows he's not coming back again
However, he is well aware that he cannot return


I could have been that man if I
I might have been that individual


Had not surrendered to the call
Had I not obeyed the request


The pull was strong enough
The attraction was compelling


To bend my will and break my fall
To alter my resolution and prevent my collapse


I don't pretend to know the reason
I do not claim to comprehend the purpose


I've been chosen to receive
I was picked to receive


The mercy strength and peace
The benevolence, vigor, and serenity


His dying on the cross for me released
That His demise on the cross liberated me


Must be the season
It must be the time


Must be the season
It must be the season


Of God's love
Of the love of God




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRENT BOURGEOIS, BRENT THOMAS BOURGEOIS

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