“I know your works; I know that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either cold or hot. So, because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth. For you say, ‘I am rich and affluent and have no need of anything,’ and yet do not realize that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked.” (Revelation 3.15-17)


The tepid faith washes away
With the first wave crashing ashore;
Unable to hold fast and pray,
It vanishes and is no more.

The lukewarm heart freezes over
With a cold glare of judgement’s blame.
Self-sacrifice cannot occur
Without the will to burn love’s flame.

The doubting heart that’s insecure
Will float adrift with fears that stray.
Without hope, only doubts are sure —
Hope anchors the heart come what may.

There is no fence to sit upon;
Hesitation is weak or blind.
We must start fresh, with each new dawn,
To forge ahead — not fall behind.

The workers know this truth matters:
The wheat not gathered soon scatters.

Lord, strengthen my faith, uplift my hope, stoke the flame of Your love in me; that I may serve with renewed vigor and eyes set on eternity. Amen.

(c) Paul Buis, 2007