This was my mothers favorite poem
We called it "The Butterfly Poem"
To
Be
A
Butterfly
I said to the Lord,
"Let my heart take wings
"My child," said the Lord,
"Yes, Lord, I trust you!"
"Fine," said the Lord,
My heart skipped a beat,
"My child," said the Lord
"It's not easy, that's true,
Then the Lord took His finger
Each place He touched
Unforgiveness, anger,
"I'm sorry," I cried,
"I love you, Jesus,"
"Whatever it takes Lord,
"My child," said the Lord
"Little by little
----- Anonymous
"Lord, let me be
Like the butterfly -
So fine and free."
And without a care,
Let me spread enjoyment
everywhere!"
"It's up to you.
Are you willing to trust me,
Like the butterflies do?"
Was my glib reply, -
("How much could it cost -
To be a butterfly?")
"Let's get on with it then,
First, - you must die -
That's how we'll begin!
And my stomach grew tight,
As I said to the Lord,
"Did I hear you right?"
"Surely you know -
The worm has to die,
So beauty can grow."
But My way is best,
And I'll be beside you
All through your test."
And touched my heart,
And began to probe
Each secret part.
Was exposed to the light,
And I could see myself
As only He might.
Selfishness, too,
All had to go
If I would be new!
"Please help me to die.
I do so want to be
Your butterfly."
Was all I could say,
"Come into my heart
Make it yours today!"
I'm ready now.
Your servant is waiting,
Just show me how!"
"You've already begun,
And we'll continue the work,
Till the job is done."
Each day you'll die,
But you'll live again
As My butterfly!"
James
Palmer
