Why, oh why Lord

Do we struggle so?

I asked Him one day

When I was feeling quite low

 

His answer surprised me 

As He said with a smile

Come and I’ll tell you child, 

Sit with me awhile

 

Look at the caterpillar crawling about

It goes into hiding before it comes out

It makes a cocoon as I’ve taught it to do

And waits until spring when formation is through

 

Now when it is ready

It struggles about

To get free from it’s prison

To finally come out

 

It’s there in the struggle

It’s wings find their strength

It would not be ready

This process it brings

 

Brings about forming

All of it’s parts

Like muscles get stronger

With the beating of the heart

 

If the process was shortened

On the ground it would lie

Free from it’s prison

Yet there it would die

 

The wings must be ready

To catch on the breeze

Strengthened by struggle

And now that it’s free

 

Flying in beauty

Above all the earth

Fulfilling it’s purpose

It’s reason for birth

 

So it is with my children

They’re growing inside

Their struggle for freedom

Prepares them to fly

 

So don’t be discouraged

You will overcome

Despise not the small things

My will’s being done

 

Trust me in all things

My leading is right

I know what you need child

So you can take flight

 

copyright  2012  Jean Chamblee

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