THE METAMORPHOSIS
I once was like the caterpillar,
Living life as a lowly
worm;
Devouring leaves in the garden
of sin,
My own hunger my only concern.
Giving no thought to my Maker
As I inched along life’s way,
Nor the sinful damage I’d left
behind,
Or the debt I’d have to pay.
Then wrapped in a cocoon of
conviction,
A metamorphosis did take place;
My Creator made me a new creation
Transformed by His mercy and
grace.
Given faith for wings like
the butterfly,
I now flutter through life
each day;
God’s Spirit lifting me higher
As I continue to follow "The
Way."
Hoping for that joyous moment,
From this world I’ll be set
free,
and gently I’ll glide into
the hands,
That once were pierced for
me.
"Therefore
if any man is in Christ, he is a
new
creature; the old things passed away;
behold,
new things have come."
2
Corinthians 5:17 (NASB)
©1996 A. Mitchell Moore, Jr.
