TO BE A BUTTERFLY
I said to the LORD, “LORD, let me be a butterfly so fine and free.
Let my heart take wings, And without a care,
Let me spread enjoyment everywhere!”
“My child, said the Lord,
It’s up to you,
Are you willing to trust me, Like the butterflies do?”
“Yes, Lord, I trust you!” was my glib reply-
“How much could it cost to be a butterfly?”
“Fine, said the Lord, let’s get on with it then,
First you must die–
That’s how we’ll begin!”
My heart skipped a beat, And my stomach grew tight,
As I said to the Lord, “Did I hear you right?”
“My child, ” said the Lord, Surely you know–
The worm has to die, So beauty can grow.’
“It’s not easy,that’s true, But my way is best,
And I”ll be beside you All through your test.’
Then the Lord took his finger And touched my heart,
And began to probe Each secret part.
Unforgiveness, Anger, Selfishness, too, All had to go
if I would be new!
“i’m sorry,” I cried, “Please help me to die.
I do so want to be Your butterfly.”
“I love you, Jesus, ” Was all I could say,
“Come into my heart, Make it yours today!.”
Whatever it takes Lord, I’m ready now,
Your servant is waiting, Just show me how!”
“My child, ” said the Lord, You’ve already begun,
And we’ll continue the work, Till the job is done.”
“Little by Little, Each day you’ll die,
But you’ll live again As my butterfly!’
This beautiful poem speaks of transformation and change–but of a good variety. As we think back on the time of our conversion we realize that, yes, it is similar to the journey of the butterfly. We die to our old selves and become new in Christ. What a marvelous mystery is ours to enjoy throughout eternity.
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Rev. Charlene W. Kirst