Pretty to look at, but hard to catch.
A rare commodity so delicate.
Priceless beauty found in her treasured heart;
Backed by actions which set her apart.
Freedom's Butterfly Princess is her name.
Heavenly kingdom sent like the falling rain.
Graceful and elegant she walks with her head up,
And endures life's experiences by drinking from the Lord's cup.
Feeding on the blood colored rose which died some time ago
Believing in all victory because she knows he arose
By faith illuminating freedom through grace in the open flight of her life.
How do u ask?
By keeping the Lord first which is always just and right
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