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The caterpillar struggles along, knowing that someday she’ll fly away with lovely butterfly wings. There in this Flower Garden, clothed in colors, of keen sensitivity, she does what she is made for. She remembers with gratitude where she came from - a testimony of a miraculous transformation by the almighty power only of and from God. So she set her face like a flint for to lie & cringe beneath one's load means death, but life & power await all those who dare to rise above.
