It’s hard for us to fathom that anything could grow,
In cold and frozen ground that’s covered with fresh snow,
But not for our Creator God, the maker of all things,
The seeds that He has sown right now, will flourish in the spring.
Those seeds come in many sizes, from minuscule to great,
When cast upon the snow white fields, it never is too late,
For plants to rise from nothingness to trees that touch His face,
God breathes new life in little things, then nurtures them with grace.