i'll lift my eyes up from inside myself no longer will i see in terms of me for inside my heart is the promise of spring and to speak of winter is to speak foolishly my faith is the substance of things that i've hoped for and the evidence of things not seen for inside my heart is the promise of spring and to speak of winter is to speak foolishly in my soul there is fire it causes my heart to burn since i met you, i no longer relate to sadness