| Like the frost on a rose
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| Winter comes for us all
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| Oh how nature acquaints us
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| With the nature of patience
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| Like a seed in the snow
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| I’ve been buried to grow
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| For Your promise is loyal
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| From seed to sequoia
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| I know
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| Though the winter is long even richer
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| The harvest it brings
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| Though my waiting prolongs even greater
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| Your promise for me like a seed
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| I believe that my season will come
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| Lord I think of Your love
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| Like the low winter sun
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| And as I gaze I am blinded
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| In the light of Your brightness
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| And like a fire to the snow
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| I’m renewed in Your warmth
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| Melt the ice of this wild soul
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| Till the barren is beautiful
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| And I know
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| Though the winter is long even richer
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| The harvest it brings
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| Though my waiting prolongs even greater
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| Your promise for me like a seed
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| I believe that my season will come
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| I can see the promise
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| I can see the future
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| You’re the God of seasons
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| And I’m just in the winter
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| If all I know of harvest
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| Is that it’s worth my patience
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| Then if You’re not done working
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| God I’m not done waiting
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| You can see my promise
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| Even in the winter
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| Cause You’re the God of greatness
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| Even in a manger
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| For all I know of seasons
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| Is that You take Your time
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| You could have saved us in a second
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| Instead You sent a child
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| Though the winter is long even richer
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| The harvest it brings
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| Though my waiting prolongs even greater
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| Your promise for me like a seed
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| I believe that my season will come
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| And when I finally see my tree
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| Still I believe there’s a season to come
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| Like a seed You were sown
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| For the sake of us all
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| From Bethlehem’s soil
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| Grew Calvary’s sequoia |