flight of the butterfly, rising free
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
Father God,
Hold us today in Your perfect will
Guide us to the everlasting well
Living Water that flows through Christ
Drop of the cool rain
Touches the dying leaf
Tree bows under the weight
Breezes start to blow
Dark seasons begin
Birds returning flight
Looking toward the great cold north
Winter's dawning blight
Inevitability of nature
Ebbs and flows of time
Circle of instantaneous healing
Peaking new moon's light