"The Butterflies’ Journey" V.03 - By The War Scroll

Verse 1 In the still of the night, I dream of a land, Where you and I walk, hand in hand. A place that is hidden from time and the day, Where butterflies whisper and lead the way. Psalm 91’s wings shelter our souls, In this place, it’s You who makes me whole. Chorus Where the butterflies take flight, I find you in the night. Your spirit soars, transformed and free, Through the Psalms, you still speak to me. Pamela Mae, you fly on high, In God’s grace, you never die. Verse 2 In the Hebrew, your name breathes life, “Pamela” – sweetness, even in strife. And in the dreams, where I wander alone, Your memory is etched in stone. The butterflies, like God’s own hand, Carry your name across the land. Chorus Where the butterflies take flight, I find you in the night. Your spirit soars, transformed and free, Through the Psalms, you still speak to me. Pamela Mae, you fly on high, In God’s grace, you never die. Bridge Isaiah 40 tells me to rise, On wings like eagles toward the skies. And though the earth pulls me back to sleep, Your memory, your love, my heart will keep. Chorus Where the butterflies take flight, I find you in the night. Your spirit soars, transformed and free, Through the Psalms, you still speak to me. Pamela Mae, you fly on high, In God’s grace, you never die.