By Verna Mull
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I’ve seen many ugly caterpillars,
Clinging to the leaves of bushes and trees;
As I traipsed merrily through the pasture land,
And watched them swinging in the summer breeze!
I hoped they’d stay right on that swaying branch,
Until I had run quickly on by.
I didn’t want to touch the ugly old things,
Or never even gave it half a try!
When curiosity got the best of me,
I ran back through the drying pasture land.
Not one caterpillar could I ever find;
But I found something I thought was just grand.
There were lots of smooth, brownish, woven things
Hanging upon little fading bushes,
I picked a short little branch or two,
To show Mama, and tell her my wishes!
She explained to me, that what I had found,
Was the caterpillar that made a cocoon.
She said it would become a butterfly;
Probably not emerging very soon.
Then, I placed it in an old empty jar,
Pounded nail holes through the lid, to give air
Then, waited and watched almost every day,
Thinking I would find a butterfly there.
I soon forgot all my fascination.
The jar was hidden behind other things;
Until, one day, I heard a little noise;
You know the curiosity that brings.
I frantically moved my treasures about,
My hands grasped the old peanut butter jar.
And there, I watched a pretty butterfly
Struggling to be loose, and fly afar.
My mother said “Child, you must let him go”,
His life is short; you must let him be free”.
Then a thought came from the depth of my heart,
Jesus had sacrificed His life for me!
I was the worm in the sinful cocoon,
Jesus sacrificed His glory up above;
Suffered, crucified, and rose from the tomb,
For me and you, He poured out His great love.
How could I not release the butterfly?
Let him fly gracefully through the tall trees?
Let him enjoy the freedom I had felt,
On that day, when my Savior released me!
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