flight of the butterfly, rising free
streams of sadness flow
making a way to the sea
wandering to and fro
rising tides in me
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
On the wisps of air
Dancing at the water's edge
Little time to rest