Monday, August 24, 2009

Hymn of Promise

This will sound a bit ridiculous but I heard this song last night for the first time in a long time and was crying. Not crying all over the place, but crying, about like I did at the end of "My Dog Skip." Just sort of sunk (sank?) down in my seat.

I used to keep this hymn close by back during the Little League coaching days and read it a few times each season to remind me to not get too visibly mad at any practice or game, that all these little people were just that: little people, and who knows what they could become with a little confidence and care, and what a privilege it was to participate in this tiny window of their lives. Wish I'd been a better coach...

This song made me cry then, made me cry last night; I don't know how you can listen to it without getting sort of watery eyed. And I don't know if you struggle with the thought of ever letting a little one down in the past, but if you do, join the club. God, teach me. Let's do better from now on....Seeya!

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 sping 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 begining;
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.

Composer/Author: Natalie Sleeth, 1986