Transformed To A Butterfly Aug. 21, 2009

Dreams fly,
Transformed into a butterfly.
Suffering ceases,
Changed into spring seeds.

Abba Father,
I won’t go to church to pray.
I murmur a silent pray,
Sobbing in heart night and day.
The Spirit Who created a butterfly,
Will take me to fly.
The Son Who died for me on the cross
Will prove His true love never ceases.

So I believe;
So I live.
Death and loss are seeds;
Faith is good deeds.