THE BEAUTY OF THE BUTTERFLY
This very tiny creature, the butterfly, how did it come to be?
The butterfly with it's wondrous beauty and grandeur,
It is so magnificent and free.
Was this butterfly always beautiful?, I am so sure.
I decided to visit my hometown library to look for a scientific essay of the butterfly in a book.
This beautiful creature was cerated from a little worm surrounded by silk.
Is it unthinkable for us to be created by God to have another look?
To compare ourselves to the splendor of the butterfly, like the making of a quilt.
God made the butterfly beautiful in it's time.
God made the butterfly to be as free as a bird.
I know God will make us beautiful when He knows we will be prime.
I know God will make us free through the knowledge of His word.
So you see, the beauty of the butterfly belongs to all of us, as God wills it to be.
But we must seek the truth that we may be totally free.
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