I said to the Lord,
"Lord, let me be
Like the butterfly -
So fine and free."

"Let my heart take wings
And without a care,
Let me spread enjoyment
everywhere!"

"My child," said the Lord,
"It's up to you.
Are you willing to trust me,
Like the butterflies do?"

"Yes, Lord, I trust you!"
Was my glib reply, -
("How much could it cost -
To be a butterfly?")

"Fine," said the Lord,
"Let's get on with it then,
First, - you must die -
That's how we'll begin!

My heart skipped a beat,
And my stomach grew tight,
As I said to the Lord,
"Did I hear you right?"

"My child," said the Lord
"Surely you know -
The worm has to die,
So beauty can grow."

"It's not easy, that's true,
But My way is best,
And I'll be beside you
All through your test."

Then the Lord took His finger
And touched my heart,
And began to probe
Each secret part.

Each place He touched
Was exposed to the light,
And I could see myself
As only He might.

Unforgiveness, anger,
Selfishness, too,
All had to go
If I would be new!

"I'm sorry," I cried,
"Please help me to die.
I do so want to be
Your butterfly."

"I love you, Jesus,"
Was all I could say,
"Come into my heart
Make it yours today!"

"Whatever it takes Lord,
I'm ready now.
Your servant is waiting,
Just show me how!"

"My child," said the Lord
"You've already begun,
And we'll continue the work,
Till the job is done."

"Little by little
Each day you'll die,
But you'll live again
As My butterfly!"

----- Anonymous

~~Cathy

 

CC

Last updated: 01 April 2005