On Butterfly Wings
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On Butterfly Wings
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We come to you all tattered and torn
Pieces of our lives lying everywhere
The feeling of not belonging to anyone
Isolation is everywhere, it seems safer
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No one to listen, No one to care
How did life become so burdensome
Our Sanity seems totally gone, and lost
What is wrong with us, can we bear it
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Why is there many fears, hurts, and guilt's
Will we ever be able to feel joy and love
Are we wrong, is there any answers
Oh God, please help the answers to come
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Dawn arises, sunshine comes into our lives
Sunshine is named Bonnie, a bit tattered
And torn too, from life's experiences,
Her sun shines, and the rays fall on us all
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Some of us will listen, seeking recovery
If we listen, and believe, she can direct us
With much LOVE, she touches our lives
Hope and light shows at the tunnels end
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Now we can start to clear all unmanageability
Our Higher Power stood by us, didn't abandon us
We start to accept, then clear our loses
I admit I am wrong, and have character defects
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Through prayer, Bonnie's Love and Understanding
We start to open up, share and believe
We reach to forgive ourselves and others
Making amends with honesty and sincerity Through prayer,
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God knows His perfect timing for all things
Slowly, oh so slowly Bonnie helps us open up
Lovingly she watches us emerge from pain
Gently she puts us in her hands, holds us up
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Then with undying devotion to GOD and us
Bonnie says go my dear child, you are ready
Work the steps, believe in GOD, ask for and do HIS will
Then fly, fly away, "On Butterfly Wings"
Written by Bobbie Wilson
© 1997 Bobbie Wilson
All Rights Reserved
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Created by God
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Bobbie Wilson
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