One day I watched a ladybug, so small there on the ground,
He stretched his teeny, tiny legs in hopes of a morsel to be found.
This way, that way, as wood and dirt abound,
He made it to the top of the garden bed, where there he thought aloud,
“I am but a little bug, foraging for a bite,
I hope to find a tasty treat before it turns to night.”
He wiped his brow and with determined look,
set out to find a mid-day snack,
no matter what it took.
All the while he hummed and swayed causing him to grin,
For he knew God provides for little ones, even ladybugs, just like him.