The Journey to Love
by
Jennifer Orr
 

My face is oily
My throat is dry
My feet are callused
From walking many miles
But I have finally returned home
 

I stop to see the
Pictures painted in the sky
And see the butterflies
Dancing wildly
And I realize that
My journey has just begun

One are we
You and I
We laugh
We cry
We see through the same eyes

The joy
The pain
The sadness
The glory
Are all a part of this wonderful story

We press on
In spite of it all
Because we know
That GOD IS LOVE

Butterfly

 December 2004

 

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