Butterflies - such fragile things
with tissue-paper wings;
Their colours are so beautiful - though not equipped with stings
Flutter over oceans deep and mountain ranges high;
A lowly caterpillar crawled and now has learned to fly.
We believe we, too, can change the state that we're in now;
If we keep climbing higher still, we'll beat our score somehow.
Wrap ourselves with warmth of love; relax and do our best
To know, that when we're fast asleep, still we are being blest.
"Be still and know that I am God" - His Word we all
In loving hands we see ourselves, from our cocoon, now freed
To fly new heights - improve our lives - keep on, success to win
Our rightful place beyond; attain that secret place within.
Doreen (Adams) Ellis