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.
