Treasure Island

Melba Durham

(Vineland, New Jersey, USA)

Butterflies


Butterflies delicate, butterflies blue,
Butterflies still remind me of you,
We are here for while,
Then we are gone, but not forgotten.
For we will be changed into
Something more beautiful.
Like the butterfly, we do not really die,
But shed only our outer shell.
We then, become, even more radiant,
When in our glory, with him, we shall dwell.
So my child do not grieve,
When I say good bye,
For to the child of God, death has no sting,
For we will be transformed, into new creatures,
In garments of white, while singing his praises
We are filled with His light.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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