1 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.
2 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.
3 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.