How grave the error found in the half-hearted,

Casually strolling in the race they’ve just started.

Faith bound smartly within the walls of a tick box,

Intermittent prayers used like heavenly picklocks.

Woe to the lukewarm snoozing their alarm call,

Your moat has dried up under the day’s arsenal.

Wake up! Prepare a plate as if hungry and needy,

Lest you fall foul of the One you treat as a genie.

Inspired by Revelation 3:15-16

~Poet of Ephraim

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