The Moth

Such a silly little insect That rarely gets any respect More often seen at night Fluttering around a light It's never paid any mind Except for when it's maligned Fluttering around that silly light Did you see that moth tonight Maligned as it may be The Moth, the one that can see And never showing any fright In always seeking out the light For if we were only as such Purpose, not so out of touch We'd also fly up to the Light For you needn't be a moth, right While praying I thought of this this morning. When I got home there was a month on my window. The only reason I can think of is God wants you to come to His Light!