The Butterfly

    When the sun came out in the morning one day,
I went out in the garden full of joy about all I could see.

I saw trees, grass and flowers and a lovely blue sky, in my heart was a song,
when I saw, what
delighted my eye.

There was a butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, flying high in the air up and down and around. 

Dancing and swirling, enjoying the light. It` s  beautiful colours awesome to see,  

flew from flower to flower and I wished – I could such a lovely butterfly be ,
I could such
a lovely butterfly be.

The next day in the garden, I wandered around.
No sun out, no joy and my eyes looked down to the ground.

There I saw – full of disgust – was chewing and fat  an ugly caterpillar in my flowerbed.

And I wondered how far it could see and if it knows  what a lovely creature it soon will be.
It will be a butterfly, butterfly, butterfly …………

In some ways I sometimes feel like this worm, crawling around in the dust.

Ugly and shapeless with my eyes on the ground, no idea of the real potential in me.

But there is good news to all, who feel worthless and low, there is hope on the way you go.

Our gracious Creator put beauty in you, he loves you and helps you to see, what a wonderful, precious person he made you to be.

Discover your wings, put your eyes to the sky, it might take time to reveal,
but in the end – you will fly, fly, fly – fly like a butterfly,
you will fly , fly , fly –  fly like a butterfly.

You` ll be like a butterfly, butterfly, butterfly,

flying high in the air up and down and around.

Dancing and swirling, enjoying the light.

 

God gave you beauty for ashes and a garment of praise,

he lifts you up, sets you free, and you` ll see- full of joy- you can fly, fly, fly – fly like a

 

butterfly, you can fly, fly, fly – fly like a butterfly – spread your wings and fly.

 

Words & music: G.E.-M. Schnurr      14.6.07