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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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Cosmic Liberty 