LONGING TO FLY

As I was walking through the forest green
By chance I came across the strangest scene
Two caterpillars talked of taking flight
But absent wings brought only fear in sight.

Twas then I saw them climb a large oak tree
Two leaves became their hope for liberty.
They fanned the leaves to soar the azure sky
But gravitation almost bid them die.

Just then by chance they saw a butterfly
Who said that just like him they too could fly
But they must choose the path that leads to death
For freedom's birth comes only through a chrysalis.

At first the cost was far too much to bear
The path from death to life did not seem fair
But crawling on the ground was not the way
And so they yielded to its call that day.

In time, their tomb revealed a miracle
The caterpillar's crypt gave way to wings
And there above the trees I saw them fly
While lifting praise to Him Who dwells on high.

But then God's voice spoke clearly to my heart
"True freedom comes to those He sets apart."
So when my yielded will was lost in Him
His metamorphic work freed me from sin.

Now grace bids me to fly and gives me wings
So I can soar above the lure of earthly things
And share the News from Him Who reigns above
That those enslaved by sin can find God's love.
--B. Pent