I wanted to be different,

I wanted to be free,

I wanted something special but

I simply couldn't see -

for I was blind to peace of mind.

Through clouds it'd never be.

How could I find the butterfly in me?

How could I find the butterfly in me?

On beach, so sad, I lonely was.

A large, dark storm cloud said,

"Your shore is all but empty and

your soul is very dead."

The waves crashed and soaked in the sand

but truth not in my head -

and blackness washed my beauty out instead,

and blackness washed my beauty out instead.

My footprints weren't forever and

they didn't last long-term.

I sought to be so happy but

the sand just wasn't firm.

The hint I saw had dropped my jaw -

but sun could not confirm.

My life was like a lowly, ugly worm.

My life was like a lowly, ugly worm.

I wanted to be happy and

have laughs that afternoon,

I wanted to be joyous too

and satisfied by noon.

I tried to fly high in the sky -

like colorful balloons -

and not confined to my dark, dead cocoon,

and not confined to my dark, dead cocoon.

Reality descended then

down to a weathered dock.

It's usefulness was gone and all

its boards were stumb'ling blocks.

I couldn't halt nor could I fault

the waves upon heart's rock -

and time flew by with ticking of the clock,

and time flew by with ticking of the clock.

The angry sky had thundered then.

I heard the ocean's din.

I couldn't see creation or

the higher tide begin.

I searched my mind but couldn't find -

for nothing had sunk in -

while ocean's truth still splashed upon my sin,

while ocean's truth still splashed upon my sin.

Then lost and wand'ring aimlessly,

along some pine and birch -

my pride had died in front of an

abandoned country church.

I walked inside, but couldn't hide.

My soul was in the lurch -

and that had ended my long journey's search,

and that had ended my long journey's search.

My tears flowed as a river there.

I dropped down to my knees.

T'was then I saw some color like

the autumn's rainbow leaves.

My God above sent ocean's love,

His grace was as the seas -

and now this butterfly floats on the breeze,

and now this butterfly floats on the breeze.

If you confess that you're a worm,

repent in your cocoon,

then God has promised all His grace

and you'll become immune.

And by and by, your butterfly

will spread its wings and soon -

will glide on rainbow leaves to sunset's moon,

will glide on rainbow leaves to sunset's moon.

So if you find the butterfly

that's born again in you -

then you, my friend, have Jesus and

shall fly to Heaven too.

Agape love from God above

bares rainbow's brilliant hue -

and brings eternal joy to pull you through,

and brings eternal joy to pull you through.

©2015 louis gander