Tiny Green Frog

It showed up one day, a tiny green frog, smaller
than the nail on my thumb, sitting on my water fountain

Looking up at me, as if to say,
thank you for the water I need it every day

Was the frog a he or was it a she
Was it as important to God, as God is as important to me

The frog and I have lives to live
We both are called our lives to give

I know the frog will live its life well
Whether or not I do—only God will tell