Like a poplar in the winter I’ve been showing
Just exactly where my branches reach their ends
Like a pillar in the basement I’ve been holding
Onto her and holding strong to where we’ve been
Like a tiny wooden figure on the counter
I’ve been feeling awful powerless and small
But the old grandfather clock’s still counting hours
Toward the day when everything is worth it all
Oh, I wanna be restored
And I think I’m getting closer every day
But oh, restoration’s such a heavy weight to bear
But all this snow is bound to fall and melt away
So I’m waiting for the season heaven brings
Spring
In the headlines we forgot and crammed in folders
I can see the memories go up in smoke
But through the color that we lost when we got older
I remember all the things that matter most
Oh, I wanna be restored
And I think I’m getting closer every day
But oh, restoration’s such a painful hand to hold
But I’m confident this pain will be replaced
So I’ll listen for the song that heaven sings
Spring
When our tears are wiped like seeds into the field
And our sorrow’s soaked like rain into the ground
I believe that only then we’ll see the yield
With a harvest heaven-sent and heaven-bound
Oh, I wanna be restored
And I think I’m getting closer every day
And oh, I believe that restoration will be worth
All the snow and all the loss and all the pain
So I’m holding to the promise of the king
Spring
when through the woods 