Buzzards or Bees

God is the woodlands two went for a walk. They were not of one mind on what they should talk.
With the beauties of Nature one was on fire, While the other saw briars and thistles and mire.
One found fault with the clouds and the showers, the other rejoiced in the Crops and the flowers.
The other saw honey and sipped like the bee.

Into Church Sabbath morning, these two people went. They differed on what the Church Service meant.
One joined in the Worship in the Spirit of prayer, which the other one somehow seemed not to share.
One sought the truth in which to delight, the other sought errors against which to fight.
One found meat to strengthen his life. The other found bones for contention and strife.

Let’s talk of the noble, the good and the pure. Never mention the other — unless we have a cure!
The bee or the buzzard? I choose the bee.
Honey is better and sweeter to me. — W.W. Weir

He looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God. Hebrews 11:10
The Buzzard knows not the joy of labor. The bees is an inspiration to all man kind.