The Dirty Oven

A little nicked on the outside
    But looking fairly clean
But, O! The mess we find inside
     When we look in the dark unseen
The grease has splattered here and there
     And burned to a blackened crisp
Smoke billows out the air vents
     With stinky, puffy wisps

When God's Word has been neglected
     And my daily time in prayer
My focus falls from Jesus' face
     Yet I am not aware
Sin dirties up my living
     It burdens me with care
I do not see temptation
     And fall to Satan's Snare

It took some time and "elbow grease"
     To get my oven clean
But now a daily spray and swipe
     Will keep a glowing sheen
My sin-sick heart by God's Great Grace
     Has also been relieved
I'm trusting in the Blood of Christ
     His promises received

A Quiet Place, Sweet Fellowship
     With my Saviour, Lord, and Friend
Will be the time to die to self
     And problems to amend
Open every part of me
     To Jesus' Sweet Control
May I reflect His Glory in
     My face and in my soul

I John 1:9
Psalm 51