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

I know, 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 the low winter sun
As I gaze I am blinded, In the light of Your brightness
Like a fire to the snow, I’m renewed in Your warmth
Melt the ice of this wild soul, Till the barren is beautiful

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

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


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