A BUTTERFLY
I said to the Lord, "Lord, let
me
be like the butterfly, so fine
and so 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, because first
you must die--and that's how
we will 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 that beauty can
grow. It's not easy, that's true,
but My way is best for you, 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.
Unforgivness, 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,
And 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 have already begun; and we'll
continue to work till the job is done.
Little by little, each day you will die,
But you will live again, as my
BUTTERFLY.
