Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. Romans 12:2
Was it better in comfort’s womb to stay,
Safe, unmoved, where dreams may fade away?
Or to rise, like caterpillars spun in gloom,
Bound for wings within a hopeful tomb?
Waiting, workless, fed by unseen hands,
Trusting in the Master’s timeless plans,
Caterpillar weaves its chrysalis tight,
Hoping in the dark for wondrous flight.
Moses saw the bush with flames that spoke,
Heart aglow, his timid fears awoke.
Kindled by the words that God had sent,
He stepped forth, transformed, on purpose bent.
Jacob wrestled through the starlit night,
Angel’s grip set soul to promise’ flight.
Striving in the dark, he gained new sight,
Broken yet remade by morning’s light.
Job, in pain’s sharp paradox, did cry,
Friends gave comfort, yet their words ran dry.
Pawn in God’s vast plan, he broke, then stood,
Honest, humbled, trusting as he could.
Or was caterpillar’s stage, so free, so bright,
Loved by children’s hands in warm daylight,
Better than the cocoon’s dark, painful art,
Shaped by Maker’s hand to change the heart?
Yours the choice to linger where you are,
Caterpillar caught in comfort’s jar,
Or to trust the chrysalis, though dim,
Knowing that your time will come with Him.
Die, caterpillar, shed your former state,
Sigh, cocoon, in darkness trust and wait,
Spread your wondrous wings, to freedom fly!
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