Be patient
mend in
this time
of your
glory.

the scabs
on your
heart will
fall away
in pieces
each with
a different
story of
how it
was with
him.

be strong
endure,

let the
river of
faith inside
you take
it's course,

and like
the caterpillar
at first sight
has nothing in
common with
a cocoon and
the cocoon
has nothing to

do with a
butterfly,

again you
will break
through and
learn to fly.

and your
love will
be deeper
and your kisses
will be
sweeter,

and I will
stand on
the ground and
look up
and applaud'
you.

for my heart
too is on
this journey,

for some
reason God
has made
it this way.

and as
I prayed
for you and your
children this
morning,

I know he
is always
right...