Indistinct, fading from sight
Fluttering her lustrous wings in flight
Disappearing, hoping to not be seen
She'd only known of a world cruel and mean
Lovely iridescent butterfly
No one understands the reason you cry
Obscured from sight, misunderstood
Wanting only acceptance, if she could
Her beauty and strength, she had not a notion
Flitting about in rapid motion
One day she played near a pond in the sun
She happened upon her own reflection
Seeing her beauty, she thought could it be
The splendor I see, really is me
She understood as never before
The discovery of who she is and much more
Rainbow play of colors upon her wings
I know who I am, she joyfully sings
I am a butterfly, the best I can be
Created for beauty for the world to see
She's come out of hiding, its ok to be seen
The world's become beautiful, not cruel or mean
Dancing in fields of flowers, she's free
Dancing in fields of flowers, she's free
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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