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