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.
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