A man had two dogs, one white, one black,
the white walked ahead, the black one in back.
The poor man was blind, but only the white was kind,
for it is easy to fall back on the straight narrow path.
The black and white dog would have terrible fights
which would leave the man helpless because he lacked sight.
The man would listen, sometimes hear the black win,
other times would hear that the winner was white.
On days the white won, oh how the black would screech
and rush off ahead; out of sight, out of reach
the black was smart, he knew the path,
but his purpose was not to help, only to lay a trap.
On days the black won, it scared the poor man
it would attack with its teeth, only cause it can
the black dog wouldn't listen, when the man tried to talk,
but snarling would throw the man back paces he had walked.
On days they were even, the fights were long
and it was hard to determine which one was strong
leaving the man to ponder what was right and wrong
and to which dog's posession he did belong.
One day the blond man was waiting for such a fight
and someone came and sat, a man who had sight
the newcomer looked on in wonder,
the plight of the blind man he did ponder.
"I see these two dogs fight to the death,
to see which will be near when you draw your last breath.
Which one of these, victor and champion, most often boasts?"
"The one," answered the traveler, "That I feed the most.
Lukewarmity is conformity
Everyone who is saved is given a gift
whether we use or misuse we're put through the sift
separating the chaff from the wheat left or right
determines if we're goats or sheep.
Everything feeds your spirit, regardless of what you think,
positive or negative will push you up or make you sink
depressing thoughts will only drag you down,
Gee, isn't that a very lovely view of the ground?
There are so many things to be happy about
Jesus reached into hell and pulled you out
He gives you the choice of whether you want to go back in
He'll set you free if you're willing to leave your life of sin.
Starting as a seed, dying in the ground, without a shout,
coming up as a shoot, barely nothing but a root, leafless, pale and thin,
Like the parable of the sower, God is the miracle grower,
from a seed to a weed, or someone reflecting God's good deed.
In order to become something else we first have to die
and avoid going through motions as said Malachi
become a seed, thrown in the ground,
and experience the love that will turn your life around.
But what happens if a fruit is cut off from it's vine?
It rots and becomes stagnant, and is more putrid than swine;
and what happens if fruit is not harvested on time
it will turn brown and harbor hosts of worms inside.
Jesus is the vine, you are the branch
through him is produced the fruit of the land
Stay rooted in the vine, for Jesus warned
If you lose touch with me, you become lukewarm.
Becoming lukewarm is the very worst of all.
No one said having everything was ever a ball
Nothing is worse than being in the middle
You're more worthless than a mouthful of spittle.
Repent, therefore, and change the errors of your life
or else on you will be heaped the most strife
The more you know, the more you're to sow,
and more to seek, gives much more to reap.
To the one who has, more will be given,
and the one who doesn't, more will be taken from him.
Everything we do is tested by fire
doing good works should be our desire
we all equally deserve hell
sitting content doesn't make your friends well.
You'll have to stand one day in the sky
while your friends look at you weeping and ask a simple why:
Why didn't you tell you were a Christian?
Why didn't you tell me I also should know him?
Why didn't you tell me it's easier to love each other?
and By knowing Christ, I could spend forever with you, my brother?
By then it's too late, their blood's on your head
and their weeping will make their eyes forever red.
It could have gone differently, had you only said,
Jesus loves you, Christ died for you, and for you, his blood was shed.
Person Four
Hello, my name is lukewarm number one
I'm only a Christian because I want to have fun
I sit around playing euchre and ratscrew
if I am a Christian, I'll never tell you
Don't hang around me, I'll chill your fire
and make you forget your Godly desires.
What's up, I'm lukewarm number two
I want to love God, but my feelings are always blue
I'm angry and bitter because everyone picks on me
rejected and outcast is what they stick on me
I don't want your help, I'm a worthless one
Stay away from me, leave me alone.
Hey, I'm lukewarm number three
being close to God isn't where I'll be
I keep forgetting that God forgave my sin
I'll never get out of this depression I'm in
I talk about God, and prayer once in a while
but that kind of life just isn't my style.
Hello, I'm person number four
and my Christian life is never a bore
I truly love God, and seek him every day
clearing out the sin in my life, for him to make way.
I am far different than these other three,
yet Christ's love is most strongly reflected through me.
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