The Bird And The Christian

There once was a Christian But, I forget his name, He didn't like other religions And the fault of the world was theirs to blame, Maybe it was because of their hair Or the clothes that they wore, Maybe because of their language Or maybe because they didn't look like him anymore. He criticized others beliefs And even their own personal lifestyle, Saying that they all were going to burn in Hell Which he spoke with joy and a smile, He said of other religions and colors That he just could not understand, And he couldn't and wouldn't trust them So, he would never reach out with his hand, Then came one cold bitter winter And a heavy snow was falling, Then the Christian heard a small noise As though outside someone was calling, He then opened up his front door To find the voice that he just had heard, Then upon the world as he looked Upon the ground was a chirping bird, It was pecking and pecking for food But, none there could be found, So, the bird kept tweeting and tweeting As though "help" was its only sound, The Christian then decided to help So, he tossed the bird crumbled bread, Hoping that the bird would eat and stop it's tweeting As it would had finally been fed, The bird then saw the crumbs As by the moon upon the snow it was shown, The bird then happily hoped towards its meal But, then the wind had just blown, The Christian tossed it more food But, it was blown away as well, Pretty soon he knew that the bird would starve And his help of Christianity would had fell, So, he opened up his garage door And placed crumbled bread upon the floor, But, the tiny bird didn't trust him As the bird had been hurt by man before. Then the Christian pondered and he prayed to God As he was now confused and disgusted, He then thought if only he could become a bird Then by the bird he would be loved and trusted. Randy L. McClave