A green thing waits Song in progress

Beneath the mantle cold and white
Hid from the Winter's sun brief days
Under its dark and starry'd nights
A green thing waits

Bless'd not by light or warmth or care
Laid in an earth'n sepulchre
Entombed in silence, unaware
A green thing waits

Across the sky the gold orb rides
Each day lengthening his stride
Thus slowly is the Winter's fast
Broken by the sun at last
And reaching down with warmth's embrace
And light's illuminating grace
Awakens that which patient waits
A green thing, which it consecrates

May I, who in my Winter's heart
Hold doubt and fear in equal part,
By pow'r of love not pow'r of might,
Stand in the Son's transforming light
Like some green thing, arise, awake
The bonds of all my prison break
And freed, I grow, all darkness fade
In Love confirmed, in Hope remade