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