I tell of hearts and souls and dances . . .
Butterflies and second chances;
Desperate ones and dreamers bound,
Seeking life from barren ground,
Who suffer on in earthly fate
The bitter pain of angry hate.
Might but they stop and here forgive
Would break the bonds to breathe and live
And find that God in goodness brings
A chance for change, the hope of wings
To rest in Him, and self to die
And so become a butterfly.
~Karen Kingsbury~

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Family photos may be shared with family.
Family photos are NOT to be copied and posted to any other database or website without my permission; this includes Ancestry.com.

If anyone finds a mistake in any of my entries, please let me know so I can correct it. If you have any additional information, I would be happy to add it with supporting documentation.

I tell of hearts and souls and dances . . .
Butterflies and second chances;
Desperate ones and dreamers bound,
Seeking life from barren ground,
Who suffer on in earthly fate
The bitter pain of angry hate.
Might but they stop and here forgive
Would break the bonds to breathe and live
And find that God in goodness brings
A chance for change, the hope of wings
To rest in Him, and self to die
And so become a butterfly.
~Karen Kingsbury~

*************************************************
Family photos may be shared with family.
Family photos are NOT to be copied and posted to any other database or website without my permission; this includes Ancestry.com.

If anyone finds a mistake in any of my entries, please let me know so I can correct it. If you have any additional information, I would be happy to add it with supporting documentation.