FAT BABIES
Some of us are premature
We are oh so eager
To be out in the world
That we try to force our own way
Thinking this will make us grow
Only to find that we are
Weak, and not fully formed
Zealous maybe
But immature still
Some of us are fat babies
We are oh so eager
To feed upon His Word
We gorge ourselves
On the delights of His truth
Thinking this will make us grow
Only to find we have become
Smug and self-satisfied
In our knowledge
Well-fed. maybe
But babies still
Some of us are weary toddlers
We are oh so eager
To serve our Saviour
We race around
Endlessly busn for Him
Thinking this will make us grow
Only to find we have become
Damaged by deeds we are
Not ready for
Exercised, maybe
But toddlers still
Some of us are deprived children
We are oh so eager
To subdue our sin
We deny ourselves
Even innocent joys
Thinking this will make us grow
Only to find we have become
Bitter and cynical
In our austerity
Disciplined, maybe
But children still
All of us should be growing
And oh so eager
To be healthy and strong
Running the race
But in step with the Spirit
Hungry for Your Word
But working it out in our lives
Zealous to serve
But guided by Your knowledge
Thirsty for righteousness
But overflowing with joy
Your children always
But maturing day by day.
Much love, Claire
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