HYMN of PROMISE

Have you ever purchased paperwhite bulbs at Christmas time? If you want flowers for Christmas, you have to start the bulbs about six weeks before.
No need to plant, just place in a dish with water and rocks.

It's amazing to watch those ugly brown bulbs begin to
sprout, then one by one, green stalks emerge; and before long, they're a mass of beautiful little white
flowers topping off the long green stems.

HYMN of PROMISE

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.

Words and music by Natalie Sleeth

And we, who with unveiled faces
all reflect the Lord's glory,
are being transformed into His
likeness with ever-increasing glory,

which comes from the Lord,
who is the Spirit. 2 Cor. 3:18