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Little Butterfly

Here is a psalm for the mothers of teenage daughters who are rebelling against God and looking for acceptance in this world. God gave this to me at a time when I was very discouraged and felt like I had no hope. May our sons and daughters be changed, from Glory to Glory! 

 

 Little Butterfly

 Scared and Alone,

 The storm is raging,

 And beating your wings.

 

Why do you try,

To put on the cloak of darkness

Given to you by the moths?

Don’t hide your colours,

Of Purple and Blue,

The brightness and beauty,

Given to you.

Don’t let your riches be weighed down with mud.

 

They say, “Come with us,

We’ll show you what Fun is!”,

Luring you to the place,

Where purpose can’t fly.

 

No, look up and see the great hand called Protection,

Placed on your life by the power of prayer,

And the awesome battalion,

Which Love has assigned to your care.

 

 

What is that Voice you hear calling your name?

Saying, “I see you, even here!

Little Butterfly,

Come out and be separate,

And here is the Way,

Pass through the Blood ,

To be clean again.

 

Then fly to the bank of the River,

By the still waters,

And drink deeply there.

Let the glory light warm your head,

See clearly with heavens’ true eyes.

You will shine forth in true colour!”

 

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door-knocker-137353  Let’s all open the door and let Jesus into our lives daily!

Thankyou for Your glorious love,

Which purposes a relationship with me,

Though I am stained,

Your blood washes me pure,

I am separated unto You,

And I open the door willingly,

And say, “Come in” with joy unspeakable and full of glory.

 

Amazing love,

That died for me,

Your beaten body,

Bought my healing.

Your pure blood,

Broke evils’ grip,

And delivered me from Hells’ Gates.

No death succeeds now,

Only life eternally abounding.

Bleeding Deliverer King.

I thank you with my lips,

Born again to praise You.

 

Soon the trumpet will sound,

And you will steal me,

Away into glory,

I will sit at the table,

The Bride and the Bridegroom,

And dine with You Jesus,

Knowing Your truth,

And together we will sit on Your Throne

Amen.

 

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Shining and radiant,

Dazzling in beauty,

Love robed in victory,

Joyful in glory.

He was betrothed to a blood covered Bride,

He sits on His throne ’till she comes through the gate.

 

One day she made an amazing discovery,

The One she had shunned,

Was her true escape.

She looked at her feet and found they were shackled,

She looked at her hands and saw they were bound.

She looked at her robes and found they were darkness,

And all of her riches were muddied and weak.

Her enemy awaited , in a pretense of fairness,

He bribed her with honey, bitter to taste.

Wooing her sweetly towards the wrong gate.

 

She happened upon a clear pool of water,

And saw her appearance, realised her mistake,

She called on Love’s Passion,

He came to her rescue,

She was embarrassed by her crimson state.

He climbed down from brilliance,

And set free her future,

And though it was painful,

The blood of His mercy,

Made sins dark crimson,

As righteous as snow.

 

Now she stands covered in Loves’ tender mercies,

Trinkets and tokens,

Held in open hands.

She stands on the earth ground,

Offering the incense,

Pouring the oil and the perfume around.

People around her don’t see her for darkness,

But blind eyes are opened when good news is found.

Invites are made to the upcoming wedding,

True Love returns during signs of the times.

Heralds attendant as destiny opens,

Inheritance given, Gods’ kingdom reigns!

 

 

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