Humility, thou firefly.
We see thee prick the dusk and then we sleep. Thy gentle
Drops of Glow please our eyes, yet when we come close by thee
We see thou art a "bug", albeit exceptionally.
I could wish men might remain afar from me,
that my moments of Illumination might be lauded of me.
But wisdom speaks that I must let them see me close, a "bug"
visiting Thee too infrequently.
I must let men see me close, even if more like the "bug" than the lamp.
One day I will fly to Jesus; then His Power will
Burn up all the "bug."
I will be like My Master, like Him altogether, whole
And all filled with Light,
Humility forever undefiled in a man the Cross did reconcile.



And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved. But when they persecute you in this city, flee ye into another: for verily I say unto you, Ye shall not have gone over the cities of Israel, till the Son of man be come. The disciple is not above his master, nor the servant above his lord. It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebub, how much more shall they call them of his household? Fear them not therefore: for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known.
(Matthew 10:22-26 KJV)

The firefly seems an exceptional bug.



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