To my friends

You know who you are. Maybe you don't but at least i do.

The caterpillar has a way of being slow, and trampled on,
It takes so much to get up and try again
Change seems impossible
And tomorrow's just another day of the week
In your bleak existance.

But when the transformation period arrives
Especially since God annointed the day
It may take awhile.
Hour by agonising hour, Step by echoing step
The change will come, and will not be denied.

You're a butterfly now
Stand, be strong and brave.
It is your time to fly and shine in the Son's rays.
It is your time to dance.
And Tomorrow, tomorrow will be the Lord's day