The January lavender
Bloomed sweetly in the bed,
While the bees softly hummed a tune
That lingers in my head.
There, passing through on his way south,
A monarch butterfly
Stopped to rest in the lavender,
Beneath the sunny sky.
He fluttered there, from bloom to bloom,
But never for too long.
As if he planned to greet each bloom
Before he moved along.
He only lingered for a while,
He had something to do.
As much as he enjoyed the blooms,
He was just passing through.
Bloomed sweetly in the bed,
While the bees softly hummed a tune
That lingers in my head.
A monarch butterfly
Stopped to rest in the lavender,
Beneath the sunny sky.
But never for too long.
As if he planned to greet each bloom
Before he moved along.
He had something to do.
As much as he enjoyed the blooms,
He was just passing through.
There was such joy within my heart
To see him flitting there.
The bright colors, the simple life,
And the plan we both share.
Lord, I am grateful in this life,
All You’ve called me to do,
But even more I’m grateful that
My real home is with You.
John 14:2
In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
To see him flitting there.
The bright colors, the simple life,
And the plan we both share.
All You’ve called me to do,
But even more I’m grateful that
My real home is with You.
In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
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