Neither hot nor cold,
The coffee I took this morning,
Promise of aromatic sweetness masking the hypocrisy of bitterness
A sour betrayal in my mouth that I couldn’t stomach
Disappointment gripped my heart
The kitchen sink was its destination

Neither hot nor cold
I heard the Lord say to me,
Girl, I hope you understand now just how I feel
When you offer me the cup of lukewarmness to drink
When you leave me to wonder
Whose side you are on
Whose camp you really belong

Neither hot nor cold
Your voice, every Sunday morning
Riding on the wings of the wind
Carrying the fragrance of your melody up to my throne
Casting crown
Lifting hands
Bowing down
Is all you want to do
But every other day of the week,
Your voice,
Curses, blasphemy, expletive
So the twenty four elders in horror wonder,
To whom does your voice really belong?

Neither hot nor cold
Your hands, every Sunday morning
Lifted high to the heavens
Praises, prayers, supplication
Your hands
Dipped humbly into the tithe bowl for your contribution
Your show of devotion
But your hands, every other day
Move swiftly to snatch another man’s property
Your hands, never hesitating once,
Lift that girl’s skirt up to see what’s beneath
Your hands, never thinking twice,
Unbuckle that boy’s belt to seek untimely pleasure
I have not given him or her to you
Your father and your mother
They say no to that request
But your hands, unashamedly
Dips into that pot, that purse, that cupboard
To fulfill your desire
They have not given it to you
So my son stares at his pierced hands
Wonders in pain
To whom do your hands really belong?

Neither hot nor cold
Your feet, rise at the crack of dawn
Every Sunday morning
Barely eat, barely unwind 
Straight to my house
Praises, weeping, joy, repentance
But your feet, every other day
Walk into the abode of the fetish
Must make money this year with yahoo
Your feet, walk into that bar
Down every bottle
Hail every buddy
Argue till dusk
Angels stand at a distance
Watch in dismay
Whisper to themselves
How do we minister to this heir of salvation
When we can’t even stand in his favorite spot?

Neither hot nor cold
Your heart, let’s not get started on it
Crippled because of negligence
Reeking of decay
Your heart, devoid of my Word
The third in trinity wonders,
How do I live in this terrible place?

Neither hot nor cold
Too cold for comfort
Neither hot nor cold
Unusable for Me
Neither hot nor cold
Grain or chaff
Barn or thrash
You need to pick a side
But I ask
That side be mine