Natalie Sleeth wrote the following hymn as a poem and dedicated it to her husband, who soon died after a long illness;
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 is a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
There is a song in every silence, seeking work and melody;
There’s dawn for 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 last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see
(The New Century Hymnal: a Worship book)