Alive inside, she’s a butterfly: beating wings, vibrant
colors.
She’s a sing-song soul with eyes so wide,
Her heart-dreams span the Eastern sky.
She’s a melodic expression of the Great Creator,
Her Mighty Father; her Kind Maker.
See right through her; see into her.
Knit for love, she points her finger and life at the One
Whose thoughts transcend the contrivances of man.
Her heart is in His hand.
By Samantha Lindholm
Written November 13, 2011
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