There is a friend who visits me,
I call her "Little Wings."
She's always welcome in my home,
Such joy this angel brings!
She never asks a by your leave,
She never calls to say.
"Get ready, 'cause I'm coming
To visit you today!"
I feel a hug within my heart,
Or see a butterfly,
And all at once I know she's there,
"Little Wings" is nearby.
Never does she make demands,
She doesn't stay for long,
She never takes, but always gives
A prayer, or a poem, or a song.
She always has a shining smile,
Her heart is full of love,
And messages of hope and glory,
Sent from God above.
This butterfly from Heaven,
Into my heart she springs,
A special, happy little sprite,
Who flies on "Little Wings!"
Copyright © Joy Sawyer 1999