Bumblebee
They say the bumblebee can't fly
His wings won't aerodynamically comply
He has to flap them far too fast
His body's too fat. His wings won't last
Against the wind
He just can't win
The scientists should know
But he who made the clumsy bee knows better
'Cause He strung all those molecules together
He made the wind. He made the wings
And all the other mysterious things
Against all odds the bumblebee
Just rises up and goes
But aren't we all like bumblebees?
God knows that we're the least of these
Addictions tie us to the dust
Depression turns our dreams to rust
We struggle toward the goal
We buzz our wings. We flail the air.
It doesn't get us anywhere
'Til Jesus takes control
And like the bumblebee they say I'll fail
Against the storms of life my courage pales
My sausage thighs don't fit my pants
I lumber when I want to dance
I've heard them say, "Her mind's clear, but
She's sometimes inarticulate.
Her future seems quite grim."
But all those bright naysayers miss the mark
'Cause they don't know that Jesus is the spark
It's not clear yet what I will be
But I know Jesus lives in me
He'll call me from the grave and He
Will give me immortality
And like the bumblebee, I'll fly to Him
Copyright © Debra Robillard | Year Posted 2009
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