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
I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song
The furthest flung mysteries
Come again into view
As the sage reawakens
And sees through eyes, new
Amazing possibilities
Manifest in a thought
Seeking only love
He finds what he sought
Glorious beauty
So strong and alive
Rejoining together
For a glorious ride