There lives a rare, beautiful, little butterfly There is none other like her, you see she's One of a kind, her brilliant colors, one Place on earth, can be found
Her exquisite, fragile butterfly wings could Not take flight, though she tried day and Night, broken hearted, one day she asked God, why is it LORD, that I can't fly ?
The LORD gently lifted her up in his Hand, touched her eye's so that She could see, all the weights she'd Tried to carry, on her delicate little wings
A pail of tears teetered on the edge of one wing Tears she'd shed for her baby butterfly, who'd Broken his wing, Jesus had taken him home When he saw his pain
God rolled back the sky, with a touch of his hand She seen him in glory, a mirror image of what she Had once been, he was drinking in nectar from the Tree of life, his continence, reflecting Gods love
On the other tiny wing, lay her torn bleeding heart So laden with sorrow, her tiny chest could no longer Hold it, the love she had given to those who'd Shattered and disdained it
The peace of God flooded her aching heart, leaving It so very light, he showed her the faces, of those he'd Placed in her life, the love she had given them, was All given back, suddenly she was flying, flying so high.
