God’s Messenger

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God’s Messenger

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We are mid in the winter,

and the cold’s sharp and pricking,

birds and squirrels sleep tight in their nest;

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But today Sun is shining,

nature’s music is rhyming ,

and to me seems the year’s day best!

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Yet, which butterfly wanders,

in the middle of winter,

knocking gently at my window glass?

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On a Ray of Light diving,

on Sun winter beam gliding,

in such graceful and sweet flight to pass?

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I can see only Father,

manifesting a message,

giving butterfly sweet on its wing,

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In Divine Love to bring me

all the Joy of the Heavens,

while Angels on Lyra fine sing…

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For no butterfly ever,

in the middle of winter,

dives on rays of the Sun from above,

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If not carry a message,

from the Highest, sweet Father,

signal Marvel Ascension and LOVE!

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