lukewarm

Every lie, a bruise to your side.
Every self-righteous thought, a new wound on your body.
A moment of shame, a missed opportunity to
share your gospel, and another slash of the whip;

My Savior's flesh torn by my tacit denial.

Thorny soil places a thorny crown on your head.
Praise for the earthly is a sharp mockery in your bleeding ears.
Concern for status and wealth, a taunt of your kingship.
Cares for this world,

A spit in your face.