Sunday, September 11, 2005

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE ONES WE LOST; IN NEW YORK CITY, WASHINGTON,DC AND SHANKSVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA


GROUND ZERO; JULY 5, 2005

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.

HYMN OF PROMISE
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2 comments:

neophyte said...

That is one of my favorite hymns, Slyeyes, and very, very fitting for Sept. 11. Thank you for reminding us.

Eleanor said...

What else is there to say? Nothing really, but I wanted you to know that I was here and appreciated your post...