Once flies, upon a summer jaunt
Receive a welcome sight
They‘ll land within a spider’s haunt
Which robs their hope of flight
Glistening dewdrops lure them oft
Their sight gives such a thrill
Believing nectar, from aloft
They’ll swoop, to drink their fill
Few flies escape when thus enticed
When webs with dewdrops cling
They’re just like fools, who hear of Christ
Who’ll still reject their King
The world must learn the fly’s mistake
Must learn of hell’s disguise
Remain well clear, of Satan’s lake
Or end like foolish flies
The jaws of hell, are gaping wide
With titbits; by the score
Luring man to walk inside
Beyond the spider’s door
One day we’re here, the next we’re dead
For flies, the dye is cast
Beware! The sticky road ahead
Could hold us also fast
We need someone, to guide the way
There’s so much yet to know
We need more strength, to win the day
Against the cunning foe
Not always, is a web to see
How swift we’re caught and bound
We need God’s Arm to keep us free
Until we’re safe and sound…………
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem