Plight of the Butterfly
When mountains fall and rivers rise and valleys form beneath the skies, Remember the plight of butterflies. Though life may block the road we try, changing how we will get by, We often pause and wonder why. The path around comes from inside. When God cacoons your soul to hide from eyes to see the work inside, In pain, we think we want to die. Let go of self. On Him rely. He fully intends for you to fly.Â
What feels like death is death indeed. Just die to self, you will be freed. To trust in Christ is all you need.
We must experience a rebirth To soar above this mortal earth
















