The Web
Into a disused spider’s web
There flew a little bee,
And sadly could not manage
From this trap itself to free!
Increasingly it struggled,
But the tangles tighter grew
Till wound up in the cobweb
There was nothing it could do!
Just then a lady passing by
Saw the plight of the captured bee,
And at once determined
To try and set it free.
She knew she must be careful
For the insect was so small,
Spider’s webs are very strong,
No easy task at all.
She held her finger by the insect
As she pulled the web away
Strand by strand, ‘till all was gone
Without too much delay.
Still to that finger clung the bee
For all its strength was gone
And the human finger offered
Firm support to rest upon.
Thus it was quickly carried
To some lovely garden flowers
Where it could rest, feed and recover
Throughout the coming hours.
Here ends this little story,
And I’m very pleased to say
The lady found next morning
That the bee had flown away!
She said “Now this reminds me of
What happened once to me,
When I was a sinner lost,
And Jesus set me free!
He came to lose the captives,
Paid their debt at Calvary
How I love my precious Saviour
Whose blood has ransomed me!”
S.Hirst
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