SPRING

like a poplar in the winter I’ve been showing/just exactly where my branches reach their ends/like a pillar in the basement i’ve been holding/onto her and holding strong to where we’ve been/like a tiny wooden figure on the counter/i’ve been feeling awful powerless and small/but the old grandfather clock’s still counting hours/toward the day when everything is worth it all/oh, i wanna be restored/and i think i’m getting closer every day/but oh, restoration’s such a heavy weight to bear/but all this snow is bound to fall and melt away/so i’m waiting for the season heaven brings/spring/in the headlines we forgot and crammed in folders/i can see the memories go up in smoke/but through the color that we lost when we got older/i remember all the things that matter most/oh, i wanna be restored/and i think i’m getting closer every day/but oh, restoration’s such a painful hand to hold/but i’m confident this pain will be replaced/so i’ll listen for the song that heaven sings/spring/when our tears are wiped like seeds into the field/and our sorrow’s soaked like rain into the ground/i believe that only then we’ll see the yield/with a harvest heaven sent and heaven bound/oh, i wanna be restored/and i think i’m getting closer every day/and oh, i believe that restoration will be worth/all the snow and all the loss and all the pain/so i’m holding to the promise of the king/spring

HOME    //    ABOUT    //    MUSIC    //    LYRICS    //    CONTACT

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *