Things Bloom

Lend me a lament The keys to the attic A reason to release The songs that I've hidden but knowing you You'll bring me at ease An ode to the call Lord, what do I look for? Tell me, Lord Held back in whisper, a thought brushed away Buried and planted with sweat to the spade Seeds hugged by soil Wrapped in a summer's sleeve Watered and tended each tendril intent to soar Raising their sails high, stretched out, surrendered forth With tears spent in toil Held back in autumn's sneeze So we weep until the day Till time when these things bloom But, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you But, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you But, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you But, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you Our prayers held in whisper, each thought now embraced Fear now discarded with heart to the spade Our seeds hugged by soil Wrapped in a summer's sleeve We'll rejoice before the day Until the time when these things bloom