Wings of Faith
The butterfly wiggles free of its cocoon, so must I wiggle out of my own cocoon of unjustly fear.
The butterfly yet small fight its way of its small home as to reveal it self to the world, Our Heavenly Father created its home upon the trees.
Lord, from your creation this symbol of grace, mercy, shall soon fly away, upon the winds of thus earth in which your hand shall lead, a destination only you shall know..
It’s gentle wings it flaps open and close as to discreet the fluid from its belly to its thirsty wrinkled wings, slowly it blossoms into a beautiful butterfly ready to fly from the home of the trees in whom fed it, nurtured it all these past months…
Black orange wings spread wide as the angels of your words and deeds accompany her into the skies so high, let Us not weep, for we know she shall see us soon in the warm summer days,accompanied by birds and eagles as not for Gods hand in our time upon thus earth, as only for awhile, untill He calls us HOME.
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