In winter's grip, the earth lies cold,
the seeds below unseen.
Spring warms the tender shoots to life;
the barren ground grows green.
Sarah and Abraham grew old
without the promised heir.
How Sarah laughed to bear her child!
Joy born out of despair.
Once Jesus hung upon the cross,
forsaken and alone.
The darkness sealed his tomb until
love rolled away the stone.
The widow cries, "O Lord, how long?"
The bridegroom sings, "Amen!"
God's listening breath sustains them both.
We die. We rise again.
There is no death God cannot raise,
no loss he cannot fill.
Give hope, O Lord, to those who wait
the flowering of your will.