Chanticleer, Certain Hope (listen here).

 

Wish that I could take your flowers in so I could feel their bloom

In the moments when the winter wins and all around is gloom

But buds spring forth! The promises, so vivid midst the gray,

with whispers, "Sweet girl, hold on hope!” while darkness turns to day.

     Chanticleer, I will draw near and settle in your patches

     Here I need reminding of the glory from the ashes

 The gardener works the afternoon, a whistle on his lips

A quiet smile beneath his beard, power in his fingertips

To nurture life and loveliness in the tender toil of pruning

And secrets to young poets who are desperate for its meaning.

     Chanticleer, I will draw near and settle in your patches

     Here I need reminding of the glory from the ashes

 It started in a garden and it ends up in the city

Where beauty will be piled high and the streets won't glare so gritty

And everything He once deemed "Good" will be cultivated better

And everything once broken will be puzzled back together

What was will be restored as if it never had gone rotten

And what can be will be ours and what is will be forgotten

      Chanticleer, I will draw near and settle in your patches

     Here I need reminding of the glory from the ashes

     Where what was will be restored as if it never had gone rotten

     What can be will be ours and what is will be forgotten