Corinthians 2; 5-8 To be absent from the body, present with the Lord
Seems whenever I take a walk , butterflies dance near me
My Aunt passed almost six months ago. I think of her and butterflies
When my brother came over, and we walked our neighborhood, he spotted the butterflies . Made me smile.
‘That’s Aunt Dee. She loved butterflies, like I do to.’
Yes . And, as I walk alone , butterflies dance across the street ,bringing simple joy to my heart.
Our bodies sometimes are weak or sick and we find it challenging in the darkness
That comes with the heavy weight we carry
Then suddenly we move on , finding we can be butterflies now too
Our spirits are always uplifted, when we place God first
We are butterflies spinning grace
Knowing our true joy is in heaven
And moments now testing our wings
Is fulfilling because we can fly and
Dance as butterflies