They tell me I was born to be a butterfly,
But I – Just can not see that at all.
How could I ever be a butterfly,
When I scarcely ever do more than crawl?
If I had the makings of a butterfly, I’d have
Large lovely wings to lift in flight –
But I’ve got no such thing – I’m a simple creature
Who just slowly creeps along here, day and night.
But the God who once created me Tells me He has a plan
To bring me to my destiny – Strand by shining strand.
They told me I was born to be a butterfly –
But now I’m caught in the dark of this living shell;
Will I ever have the wings to truly fly?
Trapped here in the darkness, there’s no way to tell.
But the God who once created me Carries out His plan
To lead me to my destiny – To show me who I really am!
(Keychange)
They told me I was born to be a butterfly, and now –
As I crawl from this chrysalis shell,
I notice something new here upon my back –
My whole shape and form has changed as well.
Oh, God has re-created me And carried out His plan
To give me wings, and make of me All that I truly am!
In the darkness He has crafted me – Although I could not see –
Building the wings of that butterfly I was always born to be!
Now I’ve got the wings – Let me fly!
