Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Bread Rising

We bring nothing to God and He gives us everything.
Gary Thomas

A little yeast mixed in 
Warm water and flour 
Set by the fireside to warm
Grows loaves of bread that bake 
Buttery and fine
In the hot oven. 
Just a little yeast makes something good.
But likewise a little sin hidden away inside me
Kneaded by self doubt and a victim mentality
Grows something not good; 
Grows grief, grows trouble.
A little sin kept warm and held inside 
Grows pain and sorrow and more sin.
It needs a hot oven to stop that yeast,
To kill it and make my life a safe
Healthy place to live again
Let your truth, Lord Jesus, be the heat 
That cures what ails me.

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