The Hymn of Promise

Spring has a new meaning for me this year. A promise: death is a resurrection, a victory and it is evident in the budding of the flowers and new life of Spring.

Last week I stopped by EJ and Sarah's house for a few minutes and noticed the bulbs they planted last November are budding into tulips. The tulips fill the front flower bed and the backyard - a hidden promise, a promise that the dead bulbs they planted would hold new life and a victory over death!

Little did we know that the bulbs planted when EJ was alive would bloom after his death.

The words of the Hymn of Promise resound with new meaning for me:

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 last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.