in the bulb there is a flower...

We sang this hymn in chapel last week and it was unfamiliar to me, but it has stuck with me.

In the bulb there is a flower

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.

And then sings my soul, my savior God to thee, how great though art.

For in this change of seasons I am trying to be reminded that sometimes there are only things that God alone can know and create, that sometimes things have to come to an end to even have a beginning. I hope for a job for my mom. I long for my dad to forgive himself. I know that there is more out there than I can imagine for myself.