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
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2014
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