There is coming a day, when the harvest shall be gathered in the springtime,
In the winter,in the summer and the fall, a forever feast and celebration,
A resurrection of the garden, the body, the tree of life, instead of flaming swords
Angel's welcoming arms, like wings, widely spread, As the Sun of righteousness rises
And those that stand as stones, will find healing in His wings, a never-ending morning
Ushered in by darkness, a cross, a cry, of a finished work, love buried behind a boulder
Bursting forth, unleashed, unfettered, unstoppable...