[Verse 1 – The Plea] I whispered, “Take me home, Lord, Before the world goes up in flame; Let the ashes miss my eyes, Lord— I can’t bear to watch the blaze. But if Your love still needs a witness, If my pain can preach Your name, I will stand through tribulation, Terrified, yet unashamed.” [Pre-Chorus 1] Then light broke in—too bright to see; I bowed my head and said, “Too holy for me.” But arms pulled me close; His voice was a tide: “Lift up your eyes—look at the night.” [Chorus] Black clouds rolling, but rain is falling— Winter can’t hold back My spring. I’ll pour the rivers through deserts of grieving; Flowers will rise where the thorns have been. Hold on, daughter, the storm is a season; When I return, the wasteland will sing. Snow-cold sorrow will melt in My sunrise, And graves will give way to green. [Verse 2 – The Vision Below] Thunderheads like iron walls, Yet silver sheets of mercy poured; Ice-hard hearts began to thaw, Dusty ground drank heaven’s roar. Every barren mile remembered Streams that flowed in Eden’s dawn; I could almost hear creation Tuning up a resurrection song. [Pre-Chorus 2] The Lamb became a blinding Lion; I felt His heartbeat steady mine. He said, “Though winter grips the planet, Springtime waits on heaven’s line.” [Chorus (Repeat)] [Bridge – Scripture Echo] (Choir softly underneath) “Book of Hosea—He comes like the rain.” “Book of Isaiah—the desert will bloom.” “Song of Songs—winter is past.” So I will wait through the longest night, Eyes on the dawn that tears the tomb. [Final Chorus – Full Choir, Half-Time Lift] Black clouds rolling, but rain is falling— Winter can’t hold back My spring. I’ll flood the wastelands with rivers of freedom; Every dry seed is awakening. Stand your post, though the storm is screaming; Glory is riding on Gabriel’s wing. Snow-cold sorrow will melt in My sunrise, And graves will give way— Graves will give way— Graves will give way to green. [Outro] Soft piano returns; a single drop echo, Then faint birdsong—first herald of the blooms to come.
