By Hazel Holland
At times my journey toward
freedom was like that
of a caterpillar
encased in
a dark
cacoon…
not knowing
the appointed time when I
would emerge as a beautiful butterfly.
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I kept hearing Him say, "If you feed them they will come!"
...but God wasn't talking about hungry birds, He was talking about hungry students... searching for Him! That's how it all began...
About Me
- Hazel Holland
- I only have eyes for Him! He has captured my heart and freed my spirit so that I want to rest in His love at all times!
A Picture of the way it was
Pictures of the way it is today coming soon...
I like this poem. I like how it looks like a sand time thingy. The thing that looks like an hour glass -- oh yeah! that's what it's called. hahaha.. It's makes me think that caterpillars need the time to become butterflies. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem -- interesting. Instead of "poem" I accidentally wrote "power." (But I corrected it just now)
Accident? I think not!
Therefore, BEAUTIFUL POWERFUL POEM!! (hoho). I think I was meant to write "power." It's powerful and it will be powerful in other people's lives. I really feel like God is wanting you to know this. :) yay!