Raylee Saunders

God sends me many sorrows, but also butterflies
Through both He gives us love
I was saved from my ship when it capsized
I have glared into the snares of the Snake’s eyes
I felt Christ’s hand grab my soul and rescue it from the Constrictor
With perseverance we will receive our crowning, and become victor
Like the caterpillar, in Him we become new creation
The old has gone, the new has come in my formation
Rejoice! Because I am His newest butterfly.