Seasons

I was sent a great poem this week with the description that it was written in 1869. I was blown away by how it so perfectly encapsulated our current situation. After googling it I quickly learned that it was actually written during this current pandemic. I feel too betrayed to actually share it here, even though it’s still pretty good for 2020. It’s just that it was amazing for 1869 and I really wanted the post to be true. Instead I’m going to share another poem, well...a song really. It was written by  Ben Tan, Benjamin William Hastings and Chris Davenport, and the lyrics read like they were written in 1869, but in full disclosure they were written in the last few years. It’s a song about the importance of seasons. It is about how winter, spring, summer and fall all support the harmony of life. It’s a song about how God loves the slow unfolding of something. It’s about a God who enjoys the process of a seed becoming a tree and a human becoming their true self. This is a song for those of us who are waiting for a miracle. It’s for those who know that God has something great in store for them. but haven’t seemed to arrive at it yet. Some of us might think that our lives have been completely disrupted, but maybe we’re just in our winter and spring is right around the corner. The song is called Seasons

Like the frost on a rose

Winter comes for us all

Oh how nature acquaints us

With the nature of patience

Like a seed in the snow

I've been buried to grow

For Your promise is loyal

From seed to sequoia

I know

Though the winter is long even richer

The harvest it brings

Though my waiting prolongs even greater

Your promise for me like a seed

I believe that my season will come

Lord I think of Your love

Like the low winter sun

And as I gaze I am blinded

In the light of Your brightness

And like a fire to the snow

I'm renewed in Your warmth

Melt the ice of this wild soul

'Til the barren is beautiful

And I know

Though the winter is long even richer

The harvest it brings

Though my waiting prolongs even greater

Your promise for me like a seed

I believe that my season will come

I can see the promise

I can see the future

You're the God of seasons

And I'm just in the winter

If all I know of harvest

Is that it's worth my patience

Then if You're not done working

God I'm not done waiting

You can see my promise

Even in the winter

'Cause You're the God of greatness

Even in a manger

For all I know of seasons

Is that You take Your time

You could have saved us in a second

Instead You sent a child, oh

Though the winter is long even richer

The harvest it brings

Though my waiting prolongs even greater

Your promise for me like a seed

I believe that my season will come

And when I finally see my tree

Still I believe there's a season to come

Like a seed You were sown

For the sake of us all

From Bethlehem's soil

Grew Calvary's sequoia