My Beautiful Butterfly Colours

When I was a child, I talked like a child I reasoned like a child, I always had to prove my smartness I always had a good reason for whatever it was I did I couldn't suffer "fools" at all, let alone gladly It had to be MY way or the highway They were all too dumb for smart Hephzibah...

 

Like a caterpillar has to hibernate before becoming a butterfly God had to get me into hibernation "Tragedy" struck and forced me to look within I saw, with disgust, how selfish and self-centred I was I couldn't replace "Love" in 1Cor 13 with "Hephzibah"

Too many things to accuse her of

 

Thank God for the period of hibernation

Thank God for METAMORPHOSIS

It's time to forget that caterpillar

It's time to fly like a butterfly

It's time to TRULY radiate the virtues and the perfections of Him That has called me out of darkness Into His marvellous light

 

I can see the ray of light

Morning is coming

Weeping has endured through the night

Joy is coming with the morning

I break forth into singing

Now, I'm spreading my wings

It's time to show forth my beautiful butterfly colours