Frosted Mini-Wheats

Like a frosted mini-wheat there is always two sides As they will continually compete for in whom one abides Oh that kid side is there but that grown up is there too But these are not a pair in fact the exact opposite is true The child is so impulsive especially when the adult is not round He just wants to live and he doesn't care about being found But the adult is very different as he has grown over the years In knowing what is meant by experiencing those same tears So rarely do they meet this odd couple that is forever within Each finding it hard to compete as Glory doesn't hang around with sin It's like they take turns especially in not being the vigilant adult For the little kid will always yearn which I so often try to holt But that's where God's Grace comes in and He takes control Smacking his grinning face and therein securing your soul God knows your every grain and He knows your exact oat Hey kid, stop being so vain, shut up, sit down and just take note