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.