How cold the snow must be
   Yet still the earth it warms,
To shelter now the seeds of Spring
   ‘Gainst later, colder storms.

How hard our trials seem
   When in the grip of pain.
Yet God in grace allows them all
   For future, greater gain.

Let minds then be renewed,
   Let hearts with courage sing.
For seeds by winter’s trials fed
   Will blossom in the Spring.

Then Summer harvest comes
   Whose bounty bids us learn.
That faith amid the snows will bring
   An hundred-fold return.

—Dave Breese