Leaves are budding on the tree,
Signs that spring began,
And yet I sit and wonder
About the heart of man.
We tend to see no budding
Shoots of brightening green,
I still believe deep inside
The budding can be seen.
If we walk and celebrate
New life everyday,
If we take a moment
To kneel our heart and pray.
If we take a moment
To send up silent praise,
If we take a moment
Our hearts arms we raise.
Then we see the budding
In the hearts of man,
Then we see that new life
Has already began.