Butterfly
When you come to christ.
Your transformed like a butterfly.
Your changed.
And Your beautiful like a butterfly.
You can fly.
You can be free,
Knowing that you
Wont damned to your sin.
Cause the blood of christ
Saved you.
The colors of a butterfly
Is like the crimson sky,
That colors the wold
With it's beauty.
Copyright © Angel Hale | Year Posted 2013
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