Frank Pulver

(10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))

A Time To


For everything there is a season….
And a time for every reason….
Under the heaven….
For every worldly citizen….

A time to be born, and time to die….

A time to plant ….
A time to displant….

A time to kill….
A time to heal….

A time to break down….
A time to build up for God's final countdown,

A time to weep and feel sad,
A time to laugh and feel that you are glad,

A time to mourn,
A time to dance like children playing around in a field of corn


by Frank Pulver on Thursday, September 15,2011 at 1: 37pm

Submitted: Monday, October 08, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 21, 2013
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The Reasons behind Life and Death-Ecclesiastes 3: 1-4.

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