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.