The Little Fruit Fly

 

I played God today to a little fly

Left him in the sink and let him die

I could have opened the window wide

And allowed him fly to the air outside

I took his life without a care

And now the guilt is more than I can bear

 

Does God feel guilty when we die?

Because He never explains the reason why

He says He’ll take us to Heaven above

But I’m happy here surrounded by love

If He’d even guarantee a place

But I’m tired of trying to be full of grace.

 

Days come and days go

And there are days I’m sure I’m going below

So God when you see that I’m close to harm

Won’t you lift me up in your loving arms

And leave me here just a little bit longer

‘Til my place is secure and my faith is stronger.

 (c) Eithne Reynolds

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