The butterfly sings with finely painted wings
her prayer of faith in nectar of needs
catches the fire of Your glorious throne
as from Your hand gaining flight
over meadows she streams
silent praise.
I sing with rude feathers of thought
lines of prayer drawn in rough flight
till unseen wind of Your Spirit
send them winging in faith to receive
praise unbroken for my lips,
divine nectar of joy,
healing balm of Your touch,
and manna for all of my needs.
Matthew 15:28
“O woman, great is your faith! Be it done for you as you desire.”
I love your metaphor. The singing wings/wind of the Spirit! I like that.
dwight
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Oh I’m so glad you enjoyed this one, Dwight. Praise God for His never-forsaking, never-leaving Holy Spirit who helps us pray with faith!
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Yes, Have a great day, Dora!
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You too, my friend. Grace and peace to you and your wife. 💞
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Thank you so much!
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Beautifully expressed, Dora!
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Dear Amy,
Thank you so much for taking the time to leave your kind & generous comment! 🙂
Pax,
Dora
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My pleasure, Dora. 🙂
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