flight of the butterfly, rising free
For just a few moments
He wandered in the dark
Lost and alone
Cold, scared and stark
The day of great miracles is at hand
Lift me, dear God, to the place where love surrounds
I am lost and alone in this tumultuous world
My spirit has a great need to return to Your love
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