Today I saw a butterfly
as it floated in the air.
Its wings were spread in splendor;
Unaware that I was there.
It was such a thing of beauty;
It was a sight to see.
It was the perfect masterpiece;
Full of grace and majesty.
I found myself thinking,
to what can this compare.
And then, of course, I thought of you,
and I wished that you were there.
God sure was extra careful,
when He formed and fashioned you.
You too, became a masterpiece,
yet God is still not through.
He's daily making changes,
that other folks can't see.
You're already true perfection …
At least you are to me.
