The little girl in me remembers…

   longing for peace within the home,

   searching for the purpose of my life,

   grasping for love – for it seemed to flutter by like a butterfly.

The woman that I’ve grown to be…

   cherishes the peace I’ve been given in my home,

   rejoices in the fulfillment of God’s purpose for my life,

   loves deeply and rests in the love given to me.