hymn of promise

in the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
in cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
in the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
unrevealed until its season, something god alone can see.

there’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
there’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
from the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
unrevealed until its season, something god alone can see.

in our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
in our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
in our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
unrevealed until its season, something god alone can see.