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
our fate's arrival
was destined by God Himself
only He knows how
Gently caressing the beach
Waves of your love touch me
I am each tiny grain
Of sand under your feet
Moments of kind suppleness
Peace pervades my soul
As you wash over me
Make each moment whole
The constant rippling waves
Your love stretches on forever
Broad passionate ocean
Forever rippling free
Each touch of your hand
Each look from your eyes
Fills me with flowing love
From your ocean deep and wide
Gently caressing me
Your love makes me whole
Warm, rippling, forever flow
Floods this man’s soul