THE BUTTERFLY

THE BUTTERFLY

ABOVE US SITS THE FATHER THER ON HEAVENLY THRONE
AND EVERY DROP OF RAIN THAT FALLS IS TO THE FATHER KNOWN
HE KNOWS WHEN ANGRY WORDS ARE SAID
HE KNOWS WHEN HEARTS ARE BROKEN
HE FEELS THE FEAR WITHIN OUR SOULS
HE HEARS THE DOUBT THAT’S SPOKEN
ON WINDY DAYS HE SEES THE WAVESTREE
ON STORMY SEAS THAT WRECK
AND KEEPS HIS HAND UPON
THE LIFES OF SAILORS ON THE DECK
AND WHEN THE BUTTERFLY MUST HIDE
FROM BIRDS IN DOWN WARDS GLIDE
THEN KNOWING WHERE THERE PLACE SHOULD BE
AND PLACES THEM ON SAFER TREE

BY SANDRA J MACK