***

 

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A butterfly, just flying round,

Is a delight to watch, I’ve found;

Just floating on a summer breeze,

Or touching down on flowers and trees.

So beautiful and fancy free,

I said, "I’d really like to be

Just like a butterfly in flight;

To have that freedom day and night."

***

There was a time, back in the past,

This creature could not move so fast.

A caterpillar, woolly brown,

It was before, down on the ground.

It had no wings, it could not fly;

No soaring in the wind up high.

It inched along and crawled around;

The caterpillar was earthbound.

***

One day that caterpillar changed,

For its Creator had arranged

For it around itself to spin

A cocoon it could live within.

Inside a change would come about;

A butterfly would soon come out.

A new creation! Made brand new!

Just like the new birth God gave you!

***

Believer, you’re a butterfly.

You’re heaven bound and you can fly

Above the problems here on earth,

For you have had the second birth.

A new creation’s what you are,

Unlike that old you—yes, by far!

Believe it for it’s really true;

God says that you have been made new.

***

That butterfly would always be

A butterfly, oh, don’t you see?

It could not ever change back to

A caterpillar—no can do!

And once God gives you the new birth,

You’ve been made new right here on earth;

And you just can’t change back into

That old creation—you’re brand new!

***

One day a butterfly I found;

It just was lying on the ground.

Smudges of dirt and other things

Were on that butterfly’s poor wings.

It was not flying, sad to say;

It’d had a "caterpillar" day.

But it was not one, that was true.

Oh, Christian, is that just like you?

***

Do you have days when you feel down,

Like that poor creature on the ground?

You have a "caterpillar" day;

It seems the old you’s back to stay.

But that’s a lie, you’re still brand new,

Though things on earth are "smudging" you.

Arise, and just shake off the dust;

And what God says, please, really trust.

***

What God says is reality,

Not what you feel, not what you see.

In Christ, you’re a creation new,

Though feelings might say, "That’s not true!"

Just like that caterpillar low,

You feel like it sometimes below;

But what God says, please, don’t deny,

And He says you’re a butterfly!

***

A butterfly! Praise ye the Lord!

Believer, you just can’t afford

To let a "caterpillar" day

Fill you with doubt and make you stray

Away from God’s reality,

For like the butterfly you’re free.

The old has gone, you’ve been made new;

God says it, therefore, it is true!