This song was sung at the funeral of our friend, Horace, this past Sunday.  I love this song - despite the fact that everytime I see anything about a “cocoon”  becoming a butterfly, I have to note that a cocoon becomes a moth - it’s a chrysalis that becomes a butterfly .  Just read the words - so packed with power and meaning:

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.

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