The little moth, struggling to be free
From the cocoon that it built
In a bit old tree
Wriggles and squirms with all he can muster
so that his untried wings may begin to flutter
But along happens a caring but unthinking man
who says, "I must free this poor creature if I possibly can!"
And without a thought that it might be too soon
The man begins ripping apart the moths cocoon
"You are free," cries the man.
" the battle is won! you need struggle no longer
and fly home to mum."
But what the poor man failed to note
as he watched it plummet to the earth
was that without the struggle from its dark cocoon
the poor moths wings would never work
Now you may be praying to God in heaven
to free you from lifes muddle
And take you from your dark cocoon
without the pain and trouble
But be sure to note from our little tale
Of the moth that avoided struggle
that the wings of life will gain no strength
Unless you are prepared to suffer
(Head of Christ - George Roualt)
