She quietly flits and gently lands
Upon a petal, she lightly fans.
From within the flower she draws its nectar
The hand of God is a butterfly protector.
Within my womb God quietly forms
A tiny life He gently warms.
God loves and nourishes with special nectar
The hand of God is my baby's protector.
Outwardly the beauty glows
While inwardly my baby grows.
God's gentleness is my nectar
The hand of God is a mother's protector.
M. Kelso
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