Butterflies delicate,
We are here for a while,
Like the butterfly,
We then become
So my child do not grieve,
For we are transformed
~© Melba T.~
butterflies blue,
butterflies still
remind me of you.
then we are gone,
but not forgotten,
for we will be changed
into something more beautiful.
we do not really die,
but shed only
our outer shell.
even more radiant,
when in our glory,
with Him we shall dwell.
when I say goodbye,
for to the child of God,
death has no sting.
into new creatures,
in garments of white.
While singing His praises,
we are filled with His Light.
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