The Life of Bugs:
Oh, the simple life of bugs,
which in tumultuous danger shrugs,
flut'ring by from leaf to leaf,
Never phased by foe nor thief.
Yet in the course of all their days,
Still, they their Creator praise,
And honor Him from plant to plant,
For every breath that he doth grant.
For even they, though small in size,
Are cherished in the Father's eyes,
And so, they live for Him each day,
Until their last breath fades away.
Oh, that we would learn from them,
That all our lives depend on Him,
And faced with this reality,
We'd praise Him with humility.
