Through winter cold and drifted snow,
through bitter wind and biting frost
the silent seeds of spring will grow
and buried dreams will not be lost.
Within God's world, as seasons turn,
we sleep and grow, with changing need
to shed old concepts and to learn
the faith that sprouts like mustard seed.
It is compassion warms the day
and hugs the lonely or the cold,
speaks out for justice, come what may
when people's lives are bought and sold.
And as in winter, as in grief
the frozen heart of things is numb,
compassion melts our unbelief
and all is changed, for spring has come.