Hymn Of Promise

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.

As new life sprouts around us and the Church celebrates the Easter season, may we be mindful of the light that shines through deepest darkness, the song sung into silence, the life that overcomes even death. When despair seems to have won the day, may the resurrection of Jesus Christ be our ultimate hope.

From Stacey Midge, Associate Minister: Mission, Outreach, and Youth, at First Reformed Church, Schenectady, New York