Milk Toasted and Roasted (Poem)

Marinated...in the milk of this ole world,

Unable to feed on meat of The Word.

Blaming Jesus for devils’ darts at you hurled.

Negligent with the Word of Truth to gird.

Laughing stock of all satan’s demoniacs.

To them, you’re just one sorry, lame pushover!

Even Jesus doesn’t cut you any slack,

Spewing out lukewarmers; then who’ll takeover?

If this rhyme causes you, in your heart to fidget,

And say, ‘No one is perfect, and that includes me!’

Don’t despair. No pity party. Don’t pitch a fit.

I’m just checking to see who’s in ‘my company’.

You see, before the clear mirror of God’s Word I would bleat,

Seeing me clearly, milk toasted as milk toast could get!

My jaws would ache, just thinking of tough spiritual meat!

But there I sat and fed; and there I would even sweat.

Reading, I learned more about who this Jesus is.

Feeding, I grew a strong spiritual backbone!

Bleating, I humbled myself to be truly His.

Speaking, He said it's His Grace in me He would hone.

Now, no longer marinated in this world’s milk,

I am no longer satan’s milk toast or his roast.

While all my pathways are not yet as smooth as silk,

I know I am loved by Jesus, to the utmost!

Had enough of living life as a lukewarm Christian?

Trust me, there is no good to come from playing that game!

So seek God for clarity of your life’s true mission.

While seeking, ask Him to rekindle your first love flame.