Who Supplies Flies?
Bouncing round on hefty legs stirring up the flies
Throwing out a tongue lashing void of any disguise
Filling up at a hearty pace as the Lord supplies
Floating on a lily pad and feasting on some flies
Listening to the selfish one telling all his foolish lies
Of seeking for a hero’s crown through many fruitless tries
Forward is the Lord’s command to those who would be wise
Gathering for the day ahead, knocking down the flies
Doing what He’s made us for should come as no surprise
Stubborn souls surely lead to heartbreaking demise
Try going your own way and you’ll miss the flies
A willing mind and tender heart earn the better prize
So in the place you are given to gaze up into the skies
Let the Spirit dwell within and watch His glory rise
Surely He who does not slumber, knows your need for flies
If your purpose in His plan is as strange as this implies
There is but one thing in my heart which I would advise
He who never fails wants you happy feasting on those flies
As He supplies with no disguise in the stirring of the flies
You choose selfish lies and fruitless tries or feasting on the flies
If you’re wise it’s no surprise that you’re knocking down the flies
Better is their demise, for your best prize, is those fat flies
So in the skies, where His Glories rise, are your needed flies
At last I’ll advise, all this implies, you should enjoy feasting on His flies