Spring

Like a poplar in the winter I've been showing Just exactly where my branches reach their ends Like a pillar in the basement I've been holding Onto her and holding strong to where we've been Like a tiny wooden figure on the counter I've been feeling awful powerless and small But the old grandfather clock's still counting hours Toward the day when everything is worth it all Oh, I wanna be restored And i think I'm getting closer every day But oh, restoration's such a heavy weight to bear But all this snow is bound to fall and melt away So I'm waiting for the season heaven brings Spring In the headlines we forgot and crammed in folders I can see the memories go up in smoke But through the color that we lost when we got older I remember all the things that matter most Oh, I wanna be restored And I think I'm getting closer every day But oh, restoration's such a painful hand to hold But I'm confident this pain will be replaced so I'll listen for the song that heaven sings spring When our tears are wiped like seeds into the field And our sorrow's soaked like rain into the ground I believe that only then we'll see the yield With a harvest heaven sent and heaven bound Oh, I wanna be restored And I think I'm getting closer every day And oh, I believe that restoration will be worth All the snow and all the loss and all the pain So I'm holding to the promise of the king Spring