Butterflies of Thanks

Here I am in this garden shed of old.

Repotting these overgrown plants.

I look up from the world that's deep in my mind,

And there she is this fluttering gift.

She soars above head in the breeze of the day.

Freedom is her dance of love.

She flutters, and glides, and settles her feet

On the tip of my nose, a gift from above.

This butterfly gift that God sent to show.

To show me the beauty of Him.

The colours of blue, of aqua, of purple.

Oh what joy this leaves within.

I look cross-eyed to glimpse her beauty, her wonder.

As she sets off in flight once again.

Swirling and dancing, gliding and sweeping.

My gift from God that brings life.

God gifts can be small, so fragile, so normal.

Those gifts sent to our lives.

These gifts that He sends to guide us to thanks.

Thanks that melts this heart of ice.

Thanks leads us to love, to hope and to freedom.

Thanks leads our eyes to above.

Thanks is a prayer than is constant, unceasing.

Thanks, that seems never enough. 

Thank you Father for your sacrifice, for your gifts.

Thank you that you died just for me.

Thank you for freedom, for breaking these chains.

Thank you for making me, me. 


Blessings,
Holly. xo