The world is but a garden
Where the Lord cultivates the land
With roses sweet and thorns that pierced
The palms of His own hands
He filled it with waterfalls,
Trees and flowers of every color
And on the soil He gently placed
The fragile caterpillar
Though frail in its earthly shell
It hits the garden like a storm
Chomping on God's precious plants
Leaving a wake of petals torn
God knew well hearts within
Would yearn for the flower of "Grace"
And graciously sowed seeds of love
Throughout the vast garden space
Lowly little caterpillar
So very burdened by his form
Once finding grace, embraces Christ
And soon she becomes transformed
Through powers of redemption
A new creation will evolve
Breaking free from sin's chains that bind
the new butterfly takes off
Free to fly and live a life
Higher and higher than the rest
One God longs for us all to live
But so few will leave the nest
Now soft as a summer breeze
They fly from flower to flower
Eager to share God's plan of hope
Christ and eternal power
Since God first spoke "Let there be"
His salvation seeds were planted
In everything formed by His hand
On valleys, planes and mountains
Leaving man without excuse
Was God's intention from above
Yet, who'd have thought a butterfly
Would tell the story of God's love
TLF
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