The Half-Hearted Christian

The half-hearted Christian sleeps late on a Sunday,

Because he must get up so early on Monday.

He knows all the news in the paper just out,

But he isn’t quite sure what the Bible’s about,

For he hasn’t found time yet to study or read it,

Or he’s young and he’s strong, and he doesn’t yet need it.

A book without equal, he truly has guessed,

And he reads in the Psalms when he’s ill or distressed.

He prays every night, for he feels that he should,

And he knows that in Christ is the source of all good;

He’s trusting in Christ for salvation, but Oh,

He never went on as God meant Him to go!

He has not won a soul, and he someday shall stand

Face to face with his Saviour, no fruit in his hand,

No friends there to bless him because it was he

Who brought them the way of salvation to see.

‘Twill be too late then, when the journey is done,

Today is the time when the race must be run.

So, half-hearted Christian, confessing your past,

Be a whole-hearted Christian, - bear fruit that shall last.

by Barbara C. Ryberg