04/16/2024
During worship last Sunday, one of the hymns we sang really touched my (Lanetta) heart. I thought I would share, and maybe it will touch yours as well!
Hymn of Promise
Words and Music by Natalie Sleeth, 1986
#707 in The United Methodist Hymnal
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.