Seasons

Like the frost on a rose, winter comes for us all Oh, how nature acquaints us with the nature of patience Like a seed in the snow, I've been buried to grow For Your promise is loyal, from seed to sequoia Though the winter is long, even richer The harvest it brings Though my waiting prolongs even greater Your promise for me like a seed I believe that my season will come Lord, I think of Your love like a low winter sun And as I gaze, I am blinded in the light of Your brightness And like a fire to the snow, I'm renewed in Your warmth Melt the ice of this wild soul 'til the barren is beautiful And though the winter is long, even richer The harvest it brings Though my waiting prolongs even greater Your promise for me like a seed I believe that my season will come I can see the promise, I can see the future You're the God of seasons, I'm just in the winter If all I know of harvest is that it's worth my patience Then if You're not done working, God, I'm not done waiting You can see my promise even in the winter 'Cause You're the God of greatness even in a manger For all I know of seasons is that You take Your time You could have saved us in a second, instead, You sent a Child... Though the winter is long, even richer The harvest it brings Though my waiting prolongs even greater Your promise for me like a seed I believe that my season will come And when I finally see my tree Still, I believe there's a season to come Like a seed You were sown For the sake of us all From Bethlehem's soil Grew Calvary's sequoia