flight of the butterfly, rising free
A special new day
Spent with those that I love
Bacon and pancakes
Wondrous moments of
Arriving in the morning
I look up to the sky
Gentle hawk encircles
I pause to wonder why
The task that is before me
Creates a weary soul
I ask the Lord to carry me
In Him am I made whole
I walk into the thickness
My gut begins to wrench
Smile fades more than a bit
Dwelling in the angry stench
But robbed of my serenity
Proposition I will not embrace
I close my eyes for an instant
Find solace in Your Face