Do butterflies always soar, Lord,
Do butterflies always soar?
Does the Spirit’s power always carry them high
And their faith always lift them to more?
Or do butterflies sometimes get weary, Lord,
Do their skypaths sometimes have clouds?
Do they sometimes flutter all tattered and torn
And crawl broken away from the crowds?
‘Cause if butterflies always must soar, Lord,
Must always show beauty and peace,
Then I guess my cocoon’s still my shroud, Lord,
And waits for your touch of release.
Never doubt you’re a butterfly now, child,
Remember the days you first flew?
How I filled you with love and with laughter and song
And began making everything new.
But remnants still cling to your wings, child,
And will ’til that moment you’ll see
When I lift you from everything earthbound,
Released and made perfect in me.
~ Ruth Wilton
