GOD'S SOLEMN VOW
A butterfly free,
Soaring high on the breeze;
We have to have faith
In what only God sees.
The butterfly soars
Knowing not where it goes;
And the faith of the small
Keeps us safe from our woes.
It flies to and fro,
Not a care in its mind;
In a peaceful, free world
That I wish I could find.
Neither loving nor hate
Is a part of its life;
Just to fly with the breeze
With no discord or strife.
Ah, to be just as he
With a life free and clear;
As he flutters in silence
And with nothing to fear.
But wait, let us see
The creator of all;
Did He not make this life
Of this creature so small?
So then, if it is so
Did He not create me?
What's so different from us
Is this butterfly free?
God gives us the strength
To take what we must;
His strength and his power
Help us all to adjust.
He'll never give more
Than our minds will allow;
And to take what He gives
Is God's most solemn vow.
There's no reason why we
Can't be free as the breeze;
And to live as He wants
As what God truly sees.
Teresa A. Frisk
2/12/99