I use a faucet to wash my hands.
Turn the knob, turn the knob.
Find my desired temperature.
I need to be comfortable,
I need to be warm.
But He would rather me hot or cold.
He would rather me in or out.
He would rather me mild or bold
Refrained or ready to shout.
God Forbid we cower between the lukewarm
of ease and comfort and indifference.
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