Un-revealed

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,
un-revealed until it's 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
un-revealed until it's 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,
un-revealed until it's season, something God alone can see.
--  Natalie Sleeth