flight of the butterfly, rising free
Glorious heavenly Father,
Flood me with your light
So that I might be
A kind and loving beacon
From the darkest corners of misery
Grow the subtle agents of change
In the dimly lit lost memories
Clever, dark and strange
Heavenly beams
Miracles born
Healing continues
Jubilation flows
Soft gentle touch
Feeling restored
Tears stream again
Sharing the joy
Taking your hand
Sensations once lost
Return from the Source
God's gentle touch