Life as a Frog

I look out over the pond,
Shrouded by a misty fog;
Tranquility feeling fond,
As I hear a lonely frog.

I wonder how life for him,
As he sits there all alone;
Is he filled of joy or grim,
Or as a king on his throne.

His life is not as complex,
As ours in having become;
No worry about paychecks,
Just another bug or crumb.

But we are really fortunate,
Having a life with a hope;
Since our life is adequate,
While God helps us to cope.

For the frog does not know,
When his life will ever end;
But with Christ we follow,
In being our eternal friend.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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