Pretty little flutter fellow,
Dressed in wings of pretty yellow.
Without the slightest little push,
There lit upon a thistle bush.
Angelic wings dressed for Jesus,
Gives them love that helps to heal us.
Little hearts of sweet love that caves,
God’s gifted love of joy that saves.
God makes beauty in many forms,
Through sun, rain and thunder storms.
And insects flying through the skies,
Like the small colored butterflies.