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Jesus became your sin, absorbed God's wrath, died the death you deserve, and rose again to give you life. This is gospel.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

I'll Be Your Butterflies

...rushed through life? The correct answer is no. Why? Because you're still in diapers. We are STILL little fish in a giant pond. Marriage involves providing for your wife, your son(s), and your daughter(s). Consider that as you read this. Love. Pray. Slow down. That's all.

Mom's bedtime stories and a goodnight kiss.
We're all much too young to dust off the shelves.
Searching desperately for our other half,
and we haven't even found ourselves.

We haven't even found ourselves.

One more ride on life's merry go-round,
we yearn to rush through.
"Hang on, for dear life, to the first flower found."
The face of poor patience is turning blue.

Too many toddlers atop one terraced hill,
we've always been taught not cry over spills.
Marriage has no ties to patience, sacrifice or struggles.
Mom and Dad can pay our bills. 

One more ride on life's merry go-round,
we yearn to rush through.
"Hang on, for dear life, to the first flower found."
The face of poor patience is turning blue.

Faster, faster, we've lost focus of our Master.
Charm is deceitful; we flirt with disaster.
We weren't meant to be, dear,
there's no time for prayer,
we must keep on moving
faster and faster.

Race the system; find our way through the maze,
be first to finish the puzzle, we're screaming deep in space.
Oh, if no sound is heard, why don't we start over?
If no one can hear us, why run the same circles?

Tiptoeing tight ropes constructed of hearts,
"no answer is found when we fall to our knees.
We'd much rather rip helpless girls' worlds apart.
Where's the harm? All we feel is a breeze."

Faster, faster, we've lost focus of our Master.
Charm is deceitful; we flirt with disaster.
We weren't meant to be, dear,
there's no time for prayer,
we must keep on moving
faster and faster.

"Take hold the butterflies, child, they'll lead to My hand.
He'll weaken your knees, but, in Me, you'll stand.
I'll romance you, sweet child, and bring you your man.
He'll provide for you; he'll hold your hands.
He'll lead you in life; carry you away to settings, serene.
but I'll hold your hearts, and, in Me, you'll stand.
I'll lead you to still waters and pastures, green.
I'll hold your hearts, and, in Me, you'll stand.
Daughter, in Me, you'll stand."

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