Oh To Be A Butterfly 8-18-18

Oh to be a butterfly.

Cocoon would pave the way.

Arise, I would, from dark of death

to see the light of day.

Oh to be a butterfly -
to rise above the dead,
to spread my multi-colored wings
of orange, green, blue and red.

Oh to be a butterfly

with brilliant-colored wing,

that I would stretch and open wide -

and I could beauty bring.

Oh to be a butterfly
whose wings bring ne'er a sound.
reflecting brightly in the sun -
the prettiest around.

Oh to be a butterfly,

to float on easy breeze,

and softly drift to other fields

where flowers meet the bees.

Oh to be a butterfly

upon a little hill
and set atop a milkweed plant
where I'd be resting still.

Oh to be a butterfly,

to never worry why -

the oceans depths seem much too deep

or clouds seem much too high.

Oh to be a butterfly,
creation's grand rebirth -
inside of God's great masterpiece
and handiwork on Earth.

Oh to be a butterfly
in flight and fully free -
and then to be in peace again
at rest on Jesus' knee.

Oh to be a butterfly

emerging from cocoon,

unfolding vibrant colors bright

on Sunday afternoon.

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