It is hopeless, cried the caterpillar, I will never be able to soar like that he said, as he admired the beautiful butterfly which gently fluttered it wings and took off. How beautiful it appeared. What a boring branch-crawling worm I am he lamented. My only purpose is bird food. If only the caterpillar knew what God had in store for him. If only he would allow the LORD to work, his work of transformation in him. He would see what a beautiful butterfly he will be