By Tainted Butterfly

When I was child a bitter man once said I was odd
Because I believed in a man unseen called God.
A man I could not see or touch
Yet someone I knew loved me very much.

The man a skeptic tried to plant doubt in my head.
A man can't rise back to life if he's dead.
No God would allow hurt if he was real
No person would have disease or kill.

Yet I said I see God he is always here.
I feel him each day sometimes far, sometimes near.
In my darkest hours he is there to help me carry on.
And if he can't be there right away, he'll never be long.

The man shook his head surely thought I was insane.
To believe in a man with such a simple name.
So how does this God let you know that he's there?
Any certain signs that you are willing to share?

I said God touches my hair in the warm gentle breeze
That swings threw the clouds, flowers and the trees.
One day he sat on my shoulder in the form of a butterfly.
Sometimes he smiles at me when the sun peaks in the sky.

Sometime's God speaks louder when he wants to be heard.
He'll rage the clouds in the sky till a strong storm has been lured.
When it's all over he always leaves a special gift.
A rainbow of colors to help the lowest spirits get a lift.

God does well in that he always listens to what you say.
There's never a moment when it's inappropriate to pray.
Sometimes God answers yes to the things I need.
Sometimes he answers no if my prayers request an evil deed.

The man shook his head saying I believed in imaginary beings.
Like a little girl who longs to be a princess among the kings and the queens.
The man said I was crazy to have the faith to believe
In a man people made up years ago and a lie that still exists to deceive.

I never saw the man again after that fateful summer day.
But I always made time to listen to God and made time to pray.
Times came that were both good and bad.
But I still relied on God to get me threw with all I had.

A simple faith placed in someone I couldn't see.
But someone who I felt was always around me.
The day I died I finally got to see his face.
And I saw within him the most amazing grace.

My heart was filled with love like no other.
As I embraced the love all my sisters and brothers.
I asked of the bitter man and where he might be.
God answered Don't worry, it was my face he got to see.

His wife died of cancer, his son in a car.
The man's faith had wavered but I was never far.
One day he opened up to me and oh the tears he cried.
Telling me he wanted to believe and boy he had tried.

But fears had shaken him and life had left his heart so broken.
Regrets for things he did and for words he had never spoken.
Till the day he met a little girl that was you.
To remind him of something he already knew.

I was there in the storms and the calms of his life
I was there the day he lost his son and then his wife.
And when I couldn't be there I knew exactly what to do.
That was the day that I let him see me in you.

Submitted By timeless

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