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 Butterfly  Fly
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 ?

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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