The Final Net
We want the Kingdom’s glory without the dirt and toil
We sing loud Sunday anthems with our hands in the air
But Monday comes around, and our hearts are barely there
Just speaking empty promises to pass the fleeting time
But He said, I’d rather have you freezing, or burning in the light
‘Cause lukewarm middle ground won’t survive the night
I want to walk the narrow road no matter where it goes
Let the fire burn away everything I used to be
The only thing that matters is what my Savior thinks of me
The wheat is ripe and ready beneath the rising sun
Don’t wait upon the seasons — the harvest is today
There are souls out in the shadows trying to find the way
He said “Come and follow Me,” and leave your old life behind
We’re casting nets of mercy for the hearts of broken men
To pull them from the deep and bring them home again
Laying down my ego, swallowing my pride
The King of all Creation knelt to wash a sinner’s feet
And laid His life down freely to pay the debt I couldn't meet
When our earthly breath is taken into heaven’s holy air
Every heavy step I’ve taken, every tear that hit the sod
Fades away completely in the presence of my God
The Savior of the world reaching out to welcome me
All the years of casting nets, the trials and the pain
Wash away forever in heaven’s healing rain
I don’t need a golden crown — the glory is the Lord’s
I only want to hear the greatest of rewards...
“Well done, my Son... well done.”
WELL DONE!
Scriptural Foundation
"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth."
The indictment of superficial church culture that wants salvation without cross-bearing discipleship.
"Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men."
Leaving shorelines of comfort and safety to cast nets into the darkness for broken souls.
"His lord said unto him, Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord."
The only approval that matters when life's work is finished.