Changes
The creapy crawly caterpillar that makes me shriek and scream,
Becomes the lovely butterfly that flutters by the stream.
And the tiny tadpole that goes a-flopping,
Becomes the frong that I see hopping.
The dreary clouds that loom over me,
Become a rainbow for all to see.
And the sapling over there so weak and small,
Becomes a tree very strong and tall.
And the dark sinners heart,
Is given by God a fress and clean start.
Hope you like it, and God bless!
