Lukewarm Living

O Jesus how sickened You are by this church age,
Laodicean like from Revelation written on page,
A wealthy people content without the least lack,
Except lukewarm  living required a turning back,
Lukewarm living makes You vomit in repulsion,
Sickened by the pretense leading to expulsion,
As Your Spirit is quenched, grieved neglected,
Not what You want or could've ever expected,
Let zeal burn for You and Your house consume,
And revival fire fall to no longer let us presume,
Until we are wholly pleasing in Your holy sight,
As Your word convicts bringing truth to light,
How we have sickened You in our gatherings,
Unaware You vomit in our grandest fathomings,
We plan, scheme, and labor in endless events,
Lukewarm in nature filled with much pretense,
We live tepidly for You when You desire zeal,
And fervent prayer for this sin sick land to heal,
We're satisfied with our mediocre efforts content,
But You call Your Laodicean followers to repent,
So here we are broken lukewarm living exposed,
Our prayers of repentance continually composed,
Until our spirits burn white hot and start to boil,
And You're well pleased with all our many toils.