We all live
and we all die.
God gives us some time in between.
By his grace, while we’re here,
like the butterfly,
we move our wings.
Just how much do we really matter?
How much could we really matter?
Ask a butterfly if the edies of air that are born
with the movement of its wings
can make a storm.
Ask a butterfly.
Gather some thoughts.
Build some words.
Add a dash of joy
from a praise song you’ve heard.
Reach up your hands
to the giver of life
Make all we are and will become
ever sanctified
to Jesus.
God always has a reason
For his sometimes mysterious ways
Since he chooses us to be his hands and feet
Why would we waste even a day?
Wonderful Father, almighty creator,
would that we, and all life
Move at the direction
of your loving and just hands.
Gather some thoughts.
Build some words.
Add a dash of joy
from a praise song you’ve heard
Reach up your hands
to the giver of life
Make all we are and will become
ever sanctified
to Jesus.
©Joel Tipple
#7/16
Write here, Joel. 
Joel….. I really like this one…. It’s one of my favorites!!!
On Fri, Jul 1, 2016 at 11:26 AM, Write here, Joel. wrote:
> Joel posted: “We all live and we all die. God gives us some time in > between. By his grace, while we’re here, like the butterfly, we move our > wings. Just how much do we really matter? How much could we really > matter? Ask a butterfly if the edies of ai” >
Much appreciated, Dave!
There is simplicity and complexity in this. It speaks volumes!
Thank you, Bryce!