If you feel at home in Egypt’s “clime,”
Happy to give it your energy and time,
Not minding its sin, yes, and slime;
Then you’re a poor, lost sinner, My Friend.
If you’re out of sin but wand’ring wild,
Out of sin, but very much a child
Wanting religion – Please “keep it mild.”
Then you’re a carnal Christian, My Friend.
If you’ve approached Jordan at high tide,
Have, by faith, crossed its waters, floody and wide
And know now the Spirit doth abide,
You’re a holy believer, My Friend.
Is there more to this Egypt-toward-Canaan walk?
Yes, circle Jericho, circle without talk,
And by all means, avoid Achan’s balk,
There is growth in Canaan land, My Friend. – eab, 1/14/07
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