By unknown
Date: 22 December 1999

Butterflies

Butterflies delicate,butterflies blue, 
Butterflies remind me of you,
We are here for a while,then we are gone.
But not forgotten,for we will be changed,
into something more beautiful.

Like the Butterfly, We do not really die,
but shed only our outer shell,
We then become even more radiant, When in our glory with Him We shall dwell.

So My child do not grieve,when i say goodbye, for to the child of God,death has
no sting. for We are transformed ,into new creatures, in garments of white.
While singing His praises,We are filled, with His Light.