He catches all of my tears
And lifts them up with the butterfly.
They are carried on the wind
And spilled out on his feet.
He cradles the messenger within his hand.
He knows where itís been.
Like a ballerina in the sky, the butterfly leads a procession for miles
Her wings brush,
Encircled by the myriad
He makes His way through the garden
I smell perfume, could it be my tears?
I feel the butterflies,
their kisses on my cheek.
I hear the wind beneath their wings
And I lift up my face.
Close your eyes
Itís Him, once again, touching my face.
My heart beats faster.
It pounds His name
I feel his name.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW