A Poem of Praise

flying butterfly

How high can a butterfly fly?
Only God knows how, when and why
For He designed each wing before each cocoon
Just as He knows the shape of our brow before placing us in our mother’s womb


Oh to Him who is immeasurably able!
Can we fathom? Can we find a label?
No! There is none
No name, no power above


Just Jesus
He died to save us
From filthy wretched sin
Only to raise us up in new life again


Hallelujah and Amen
Let the praise on our lips begin
With no end
Carrying through to our home in heaven



Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise-the fruit of the lips that openly profess His name. And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for which sacrifices God is pleased (Hebrews 13:15-16).

Have a beauty-full day. Trust whatever God has for you, for He is always working for the good of those who love Him.

In Christ,







6 thoughts on “A Poem of Praise

  1. I have often wondered why most of my poems are short. You have reminded me Julie. For when the praises of God are upon our lips it’s hard to capture it all. For they’re more than can be said.

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