To the Soil Tender

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Do you ever rediscover songs you used to listen to and feel like you’re hearing them for the first time again?


Almost two years ago, around the time our son, Liam, was born and the world was in quarantine, a friend of ours sent the song “Springtime” by Chris Renzema as an encouragement (thanks Jessy!).


I listened to it on repeat. Given I was breastfeeding at the time, let’s just say I had plenty of time for the message to sink in on a deep level.


For some reason, two years later, it’s come back to my awareness and resonates on such a profound level.


Something about this winter made me feel like my brain was hibernating. As different flowers and plants have bloomed, it seems like my brain is receiving them as a signal, an alarm clock, to wake back up and rejoin the land of the living. I truly feel like I’m coming out of a bit of a fog and the combination of new life in the plants and sunshine has really been working for me. 


So has “Springtime.”


We will sing a new song

'Cause death is dead and gone with the winter

We will sing a new song

Let "hallelujahs" flow like a river

We're coming back to life

Reaching towards the light

Your love is like springtime

Like springtime


Come tend the soil

Come tend the soil of my soul

And like a garden 

And like a garden I will grow

I will grow

I will grow

I will grow

Come tend the soil

Come tend the soil of my soul

And like a garden 

And like a garden I will grow

I will grow

I will grow

I will grow


I’m honestly not sure why I forget how much I like spring. If you asked me right now, biased though the circumstances are, I would absolutely say it’s my favorite. It’s just so darn hopeful, and let’s not forget about the abundance of plants!


Perhaps that is why the lyrics have felt impactful. They’ve put language to something I’ve been reminded of lately. Springtime this year has felt like a waking back up to life, or perhaps, waking up to a brand new season. His love is the same way. The revelation of Jesus and His death on the cross, when understood and accepted, truly is like waking up to something new. 


Your love is like springtime, indeed.


I feel something new brewing. I have some guesses, but really, I’m just expectant. The Lord seems to be moving and shifting some things within me, so I look forward to seeing the seeds that are planted.


To the soil tender, I’m ready.