"The Messenger"
The butterflies with their black wet bodies
From Which Rose The Blue Cathedral Windows
That Carried Them On Their Way
Butterflies are Fragile and Easily Killed
A Breath Can Set Them Off their Course
Like The Wings That Carry Sailors Onward
Across the Great And Mighty Sea
Oh Death Comes Swiftly To Little Creatures
It Comes Without A Warning
I Listen For Your Footfall to Come
At Two O'Clock In The Morning
Like A Butterfly Carrying The Hope Of The World
You Fall Down At My Feet
And Slowly You Look Up Exhausted At Me
My Face Crinkles With Kindness
Such Are The Messengers of God
And Ye Are One Of Them
With Joyful Tidings You Daily Come
To Haunt My Lonely Door
Oh Butterfly, Fly Safely
In Jesus' Name
Amen