Fruition!

Sometimes I wonder if I were a butterfly, with flaming shades on my wings,
Fluttering here and resting there, hopping and flitting from leaves to twigs,

I would live in gardens green with trees and bushes plentiful,
Wild flowers would be my haven, their scents would make my tummy full

Oh what a life would that be to lead, with nature all around my feet
But then what about that place of which no ear has heard nor eye has seen?

To earn which, the worst of pains and bitter sorrows you have to endure,
The price is high, the pennies worth it but every step makes you sore,

Would it be legit for me to make it my residence eternal, my resting place?
Where everlasting blessings tempt one, but oh for the pleasure of seeing His Face!

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