Beneath the Snow

It's hard to survive, Held in the grip of the cold beneath the snow. But there in earth, the heart of a seed is alive waiting to grow. And so for us all there's a winter of fear that can rape the soul until the spirit deep inside, awakens. And the river shall roar And the eagle shall soar, above And the land shall be healed once more with love. Alone in the dark it's hard to imagine that day will ever come. That the season will change and life will begin once again out in the sun. And just when it seems that nothing will ever rise again there comes a voice on the summer wind that that cries out. For the river to roar And the eagle to soar, above. For the land to be healed once more with love. And with that love will come the dawning And with that light no time for warning tears may fall but only the tears of joy that know how much there is to savour afterall. When the river shall roar And the eagle shall soar, above. When the night holds no pain And the day only beautiful And the land shall be healed again with love. --- Beneath The Snow - James Ingram