What colors will my wings be, Lord,

When it is time to fly?

And will a sound of victory be heard

When from the cocoon I rise?

 

Oh Father, maybe yellow then

A pale and meekish hue

But mix a bit of vibrant pink

A favorite for me and You.

 

Perhaps I’ll be a royal glow

A purple princess well

It speaks of promises I heard

When You freed me from Hell.

 

Oh Lord!! I do love greens so dear

It reminds me of your throne

Encircled by an emerald glean

A holy and righteous bow.

 

Will my dear wings be feathered sweet

With softened, hands that tend

For many others need some help

A hug and kiss that mends.

 

And, Father, if orange I must be

A neon that beams ahead

To warn of dangers coming soon

Let it be as You have said.

 

There are some blues I carry dear

Next to my mended heart

But risen now are many blues

Of watercolor marks.

 

A blue of past pains and storms

That You did keep me near

That serve as memories of your love

When storms they poured with tears.

 

But oh so sweet a turquoise made

By living waters clean

That poured on me from head to toe

When You did baptize me.

 

It’s hard to now request from You

The perfect colored wings

So if Thou wills my heart to choose

I give thy choice to Thee.

 

For I must be uniquely marked

With colored stripes and streams

A butterfly of quilted patch

And multicolored wings.

 

January 7, 2018