A Turtle Tale

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

A little painted turtle
Was crawling ‘cross our lawn.
The lawnmower was coming;
That turtle…good as gone.
But then, somebody saw him,
And moved him out of the way.
Then he did something curious
That stuck with me all day.
As he was seeking safety,
He made a beeline for
Our covered, plastic sandbox
Up on the patio.
The thing about that sandbox –
It’s turtle-shaped, you see;
With head, and legs, and shell on top;
It’s even painted green.
He tried to climb up on it;
But found a slippery slope.
That giant, plastic turtle
Could offer him no hope.
Let’s not be like that turtle;
But place our trust, instead,
On Someone we can count on
To do just what He said.
For God says He’s our Father;
We’re safe beneath His wings.
He knows just what we’re going through,
And helps us bear all things.
As for that little turtle –
He safely got away
To seek a better turtle-friend,
And live another day.
“Some trust in chariots and some in horses,
but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.”
Psalm 20:7 NIV
©Lisa DeVinney, July 2011

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