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What The Little Do
by louis gander A teeny ant thought he was great.
He watched those other ants.
Atop a tiny blade of grass
he bragged in tiny chants. A tiny toad thought he was best,
believing others bad.
And there he sat day after day,
atop a lillypad.
A little bird thought he was tops
above the other nine.
And chirped, he proudly, ev'ry day
perched on a twisted vine.
And then a big ol' grizzly bear
shook earth while running by.
The ant, the toad and little bird -
in fear, they thought they'd die!
So off in fear, they scattered fast.
I laughed at all of them.
Their attitudes and downright pride
were things I would condemn.
Then as I looked around me too,
my wand'ring eyes did search. Did I see other hypocrites inside my little church?
A teeny, tiny, little man
was sitting in my pride.
And there I stayed day after day
and could have 'til I died.
But humbled was, when Jesus knocked
at my heart's wicked door.
His nail-scarred hands reached out to me
as I dropped to the floor.
Behind my blurry, tearfilled eyes
I knew I wasn't strong.
This teeny, tiny, little man
knew I was very wrong.
The ant, the toad and little bird had learned their lesson too. Do not think highly of yourself. That's what the little do. ©2020 louis gander
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