What the Little Do 2-20-20

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.

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