Silently beneath the ground,
A seed lays still and cold;
Yet there within the tiny seed,
Is promise yet untold.

The promise of the springtime,
Of fragrant sweet perfume;
Is there within the tiny seed,
In the promise of the bloom.

Silently behind the stone,
A man lays cold and still;
Yet there within the silence,
Is the Promise of God's will.

The Promise of Salvation,
For the heart of every man;
Laying there within the tomb,
Is the Promise of God's plan.

The tiny seed, the silent tomb,
The new life each will bring;
Will both burst forth in splendor,
With the Promise of the spring.


Allison Chambers Coxsey
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