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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. |
