Inspired at Brighton Cafe
By David Smith March 26, 2009
“I want nothing hot.” I heard her say
As she stepped up to the counter on that dull dreary day.
“Nothing Hot.” as she looked at the pop.
I thought of my heart and all that I got.
Thought of the love and the warmth galore;
Riches that cannot be bought in any store.
Thought of the joy down deep within;
As I wrestle and fight the enemy within.
I want it hot! The scripture is clear.
To be lukewarm is my greatest fear.
I want it hot; that passion for Christ
Faith alone; to bathe so nice.