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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hillsong Worship
Hillsong Worship
Performer
Benjamin William Hastings
Benjamin William Hastings
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin William Hastings
Benjamin William Hastings
Songwriter
Chris Davenport
Chris Davenport
Songwriter
BEN & TAN
BEN & TAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Guy Chislett
Michael Guy Chislett
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Brooke Ligertwood
Brooke Ligertwood
Co-Producer
Sam Gibson
Sam Gibson
Mixing Engineer
BEN & TAN
BEN & TAN
Assistant Producer
Ben Tennikoff
Ben Tennikoff
Assistant Producer
Ben Whincop
Ben Whincop
Live Recording Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Like the frost on a rose
Winter comes for us all
Oh how nature acquaints us
With the nature of patience
Like a seed in the snow
I've been buried to grow
For Your promise is loyal
From seed to Sequoia
I know though the winter is long even richer
The harvest it brings
And though my waiting prolongs even greater
Your promise for me like a seed
I believe that my season will come
Lord I think of Your love
Like the low winter sun
And as I gaze I am blinded
In the light of Your brightness
Like fire to the snow
I'm renewed in Your warmth
Melt the ice of this wild soul
Till the barren is beautiful
And I know though the winter is long even richer
(Come on)
The harvest it brings
And though my waiting prolongs even greater
Your promise for me like a seed
I believe that my season will come
God You're not done
I can see the promise
I can see the future
You're the God of seasons
And I'm just in the winter
If all I know of harvest
Is that it's worth my patience
Then if You're not done working
God I'm not done waitin'
Cause You can see my promise
And even in the winter
Cause You're the God of greatness
Even in a manger
For all I know of seasons
Is that You take Your time
You could have saved us in a second
Instead You sent a child
Though the winter is long even richer
The harvest it brings
And though my waiting prolongs even greater
Your promise for me like a seed
I believe that my season will come
And when I finally see my tree
Still I believe there's a season to come
Like a seed You were sown
For the sake of us all
From Bethlehem's soil
Grew Calvary's Sequoia
Ah-ha-ha-ha
(Oh)
Written by: Ben Tan, Benjamin William Hastings, Chris Davenport
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