The Struggle

Nestled in darkness,
The butterfly struggles to break free,
The fight gives it life,
This is how God created it to be.

As it continues to wrestle,
It gains strength in its wings,
Allowing it to fly,
When from the chrysalis it springs.

It emerges transformed
Into something beautifully new,
And it's able to rise,
Because of the struggle it went through.

It spreads it's wings,
It begins to take flight,
God's wonderful creation,
Such a beautiful sight.

In our life we will struggle,
We must fight to survive,
We come to rely on God,
He is the reason we're alive.

Engulfed in darkness,
It's difficult to see,
But God gives us strength
And we are able to break free.

Through all the suffering,
And after enduring such pain,
We grow closer to Him,
That is our gain.

We emerge a new person,
Stronger than before,
And because we are His,
We are able to soar.