I see before me through the rain
A tree with buds on it again
A-burst with life ‘mid winter’s strain
For spring is on its way.
The flowers of plenty in the ground
Are bursting forth from all around
Soon flower and fragrance will be found
And night will change to day.
So you who wrestle and wearily plod
And sometimes ask and question God
Be still – and list!
Spring breaks the sod
As God wills it to be.
Be still – and list – and quiet be
And He Who Is Eternity
Will calm your storming, raging sea
For spring was meant to be.
New life, new birth from God’s green earth
Thus, Spring will help you see
As fragrance comes from broken buds
So Spring can set you free.