Promise
The thorny branch in bud
brings promise of the rose,
with want to share it's beauty,
blossoms full in scarlet pose.
A child's imagination feeds
springs of dreams come true,
from projected promised glory,
strength for life begins anew.
A lashing storm, a snowdrift rising,
a glimpse through God's own eye,
these remind us of his promise
and teach us that he cannot lie.
A new promise I give,
the prophet heard.
They shall know me,
from the greatest to the least.
At the time appointed Jesus came,
for promises are made to keep.
Upon each promise given,
rests a hope of things to be.
When life was young
and hearts were tender,
promised love remembered,
God gave you to me.
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