There's a field beneath the frost Where nothing seems alive No color in the branches Just a gray and waiting sky Every prayer feels slower Like it's drifting through the cold But silence doesn't mean That I've been left alone Roots are reaching deeper Even when I can't see ground Snow can hide the harvest But it doesn't shut it down What feels like a barren land Might be sacred soil Winter isn't empty It's just unseen toil In the quiet When the answers don't arrive In the stillness When the fire barely shines You are working in the waiting You are holding every line Even in the winter You are keeping life alive Faith isn't always thunder Sometimes it's a steady flame A whisper in the darkness Calling me by name I don't need the blossoms To believe You're near If You planted every season Then You're planted here In the quiet When the answers don't arrive In the stillness When the fire barely shines You are working in the waiting You are holding every line Even in the winter You are keeping life alive If the ground must rest Let my heart rest too If the sky is bare I'll still trust You No season lasts forever Snow will turn to rain And what You grow in secret Won't be grown in vain In the quiet I will breathe and I will stay In the stillness I will trust You anyway You are working in the waiting You are writing through the gray Even in the winter Spring is on the way