Oh My God

Above my bed upon the ceiling

A tiny spider winds its way,

And closer now I can't help feeling,

This tiny spider might rue the day.

Upside down where sticky shod,

It's directly overhead,

And closer now oh my God,

It's dangling down upon a thread.

Now kind of God like I am feeling,

This spider's life is in my hands,

And closer now I am reeling,

My attention now it demands.

But just like that it repaired

Toward the ceiling from whence it came,

And I'm so glad its life I spared,

'Cause God knows we don't need more rain!