Butterfly A butterfly once sat next to me Admiring its beauty And all it was created to be Then a thought occurred to me, Look at it wings, the way it unfolds It was purposed like that, so fragile delicate purity as refined gold yet without pride or vanity it is, just it’s beauty spoke for itself I was told by the Maker for me a lesson not to be sold be yourself, for your beauty is for all to see when in Him you are, who you are and all purposed to be…
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 15:28:09 +0000
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