A New Creation
No beauty I see in this creature I am
Crawling slowly on dry harden and thirsty ground.
Hibernating in woven security
I emerge to new beauty and purity.
Amazed how beautiful I've turned out to be.
Flying vibrant colors with great agility.
With time I'm not so beautifully adorned.
I've been battered, broken and my wings are torn.
Yet, still a new creation flying with ease
Fulfilling purpose and plan for God to please.
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