TO THE SPIDER

I'm this happy little insect
Who was captured in your net
I was heading for some freedom
But for you that was a threat

I was a unpredictable flying object
And you didn't like my sound
But God Himself set me in church
To spread His thruth around

So, before you make your judgment
And start climbing in your tread
Remember, just a small mistake
And the spider too, is dead