The scientists in solemn conclave met,
Each bearing theses on the laws of flight.
That man had reached the moon they knew, but yet
Was there some flaw, some vital oversight?
The subject of their joint anxiety,
Who posed a question no-one could deny,
None other than the humble bumble-bee
Who, by all laws they knew, should never fly.
Those fragile wings could barely lift a flea,
That they should raise such bulk was quite absurd,
Yet how to reason with a trusting bee
Who, thinking it can fly, soars like a bird?
If faith can give the bee such liberty
What might I not achieve through trust in Thee?
