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.