Hiding in the cocoon hidden from the cold night,
Only God above can make this all work out right.
But he is too far away from our life to even listen,
Walking in a tunnel to complete this divine mission.
The butterfly will fly away off to a new haven of rest,
Enmeshed in a holy journey meeting the best of the best.
And these dark days and morbid nights, gone from memory,
Where God will guide us daily in our path of pure destiny.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment