Today I saw a butterfly,
as it floated in the air;
Its wings were spread in splendor1,
Unaware2 that I was there.
It was such a thing of beauty,
It was a sight to see;
It was the perfect masterpiece,
Full of grace and majesty3.
I found myself thinking,
to what can this compare?
And then, of course, I thought of you,
And I wished that you were there.
God sure was extra careful,
When He formed and fashioned you;
You too, became a masterpiece,
Yet God is still not through.
He's daily making changes,
that other folks can't see;
You're already true perfection,
At least you are to me.
