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Remember Lot's Wife

Remember Lot’s wife Luke 17:32 says
When saved out of sin she turned back instead
She longed for the life from which she’d been freed
For the things she’d left in her heart she grieved
So she disobeyed the Lord’s command
To never look back to that evil land
She was weak so she took a chance
And lost her life in that one little glance

The Lord told the rest of the family to leave the plain
He tried to save them from inevitable pain
But they too struggled with leaving the city
So it seemed the Lord on them had pity
To a nearby place by an angel they were led
Realizing too late they should’ve obeyed God instead

So many times God saves us from destruction
And we still fail to heed His exact instructions
It’s not enough to partially obey
It’s not for us to choose what’s okay
It’s simply our job to do as we’re told
It’s the only way we’ll come forth as pure gold

How can we look back after the glory we’ve seen?
Or crave leeks and garlic after he’s parted the sea
Milk and honey flows in the land before us
But we longingly consider going back into bondage

Why should we return again to sin?
Or pick up bad habits that we’ve broken
You can’t do wrong and still be right
Sin is still sin no matter how slight


So when you’re being tempted by the struggles of life
And turning back’s what you want to do
Take a moment and remember Lot’s wife

Like it says in Luke 17:32

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  1. Thank you for sharing this in church. I like the way it ends where it starts - drives the point home powerfully! :)

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