Struggling Butterfly

 

 

I once saw a butterfly against a window pane,

And O! how it was struggling its freedom to gain,

For it was trapped inside a tightly closed up room,

And every single effort brought nothing more than doom.

I sat and watched it struggle, struggling to be free,

When a frightening sadness rose up inside of me,

The picture of this creature vividly brought to mind,

The way sin sets traps for us to hold us in its bind,

And how each day we struggle trying to do what’s right,

To live the Christian life in our own strength and might,

‘Twas then I knew for certain, God surely did not give,

His only Son that you and I a struggling life might live,

That butterfly needed someone to open up the window,

And gently lead it outward in the way it should go,

I need the Holy Spirit to free me from sin’s holds,

And daily lead and guide me as The Way, He unfolds.

Amen!