Light like a butterfly..ascend to Lord's bossom

Light like a butterfly raising up from the world..
rising higher and higher each day from the chaos of this world..
 Carried by the wind of holy spirit
 Floating wherever the holy Spirit guides to..
 Resting on the source of nector..
 Feeding the honey of word...
 Again lifting up by the power of ruha
 Ascending higher and higher each day
 Traversing miles..spreading vibrance but never stopping..heavily laden on world
 Finally reaching the bossom of lord
 Peacefully and clamly resting in Lord
 Fully satisfied..drenched in spirit..yes absorbing the wetness of the Amazing perfection of  love....God is love...