Abba, I fear
I am growing lukewarm,
many a passing are the years,
many men have been warned,
why do so many act as if they cannot hear?
I have lost heart!
I no longer desire to pray
for men who wish to live a life apart,
I no longer wish to cry out night and day.
I feel as tho I am alone
for lukewarm I have grown,
Yahweh’s rebuke I do fear
the rod that chastens is drawing near,
with the passing of the many years.
Yes, I am sure lukewarm I have grown
in sackcloth and ashes on my face
bent over to the ground in this place
as I feel so all alone.
Has my heart turned to stone?
Lukewarm is my sin I make it known,
Lukewarm I am spat out on the ground
hell’s angels now dance around.
For I have been the most complacent of fools
complying with the world’s woos.
My lukewarm heart I cast at Yeshua’s feet
prostrate I wait for Abba to speak.
I have had a hard time deciding what to do with this post for I was thinking it was incomplete. A friend and sister in Christ was nearly at the same time writing a post on this subject and I have found it helps complete this poem. So please take the time to read it here is the link: http://wordscroll.org/2013/04/25/come-back-quickly/