Our Monarch

As I gaze upon a butterfly

Whose wondrous beauty lies impaled

Against a background, oh so dark

Within my heart I want to cry

Yet marvel that with life curtailed

It still retains such beautiful marks

Where are the days when it was free

To move with grace from leaf to flower

Transposing life that all might live?

Compatible with bird and bee

Regardless of the fleeting hour

And then its freedom it did give

Beyond that time – before it all

Before its wings had broken free

It rested motionless and then

It cast aside its guarding shawl

And  spread its wings for all to see

The truth that it was born again.

My Lord is like a butterfly

For was He not impaled the same

As that sweet creature that you see?

(Against a background oh, so dark,)
Did He not rise? Did He not die?

Did He not suffer nails and pain

To give the gift of life to me?

He moved with grace upon this plane

From Bethlehem to Calvary

To spread His word that all might live

To show we can be born again

To save a wretched soul like me

And then His freedom he did give.

When strangers nailed him to a cross

Against that darkened scene around

They hung Him there for all to see

That through Him they’ll not suffer loss

For when they put Him in the ground

He rose again to set them free

I’ve seen the beauty of His love

Embrace two thousand torrid years

Which like a stone have rolled away

And with His guidance from above

Endured the anguish, pain and tears

I know I’m not alone today

For He still moves around this world

Transposing life that all might live

Call to Him and He’ll reply

Then feel your captive soul unfurl

Receive the life He has to give

MY LORD IS LIKE A BUTTERFLY