We say we believe with our mouth,
But is that really what comes out?
Do we only show it with our tongue?
And act like we just stepped in dung,
Are we only trying to cover the smell?
Instead of washing ourselves clean in Jesus well?
Do we put off the sweet aroma of Christ?
Or are we putting on spray to cover our life?
Are our hearts as cold as ice?
As behind our smile we try to hide?
The darkness of sin we are ashamed of.
Have we grown waxed cold of our first love?
Have we run away from the flock?
Have we forgotten God’s time clock?
Are we headed for the pits of hell?
Scared that someone else will tell?
Are we slipping and staying in sin?
And not allowing Jesus to come back in?
Again we say we believe with our mouth.
But I am asking you is that what really comes out?
The Poetic Advisor 