“You are the salt of the earth,” Christ said.
A spice to preserve and to heal.
Meant to be seasoning…a relish of joy
For others to taste and to feel.
An influence with flavor, His curing of love
This is what God wants me to be.
But I’m trapped within self, caged within pride;
A prisoner who won’t be set free.
I’m good for nothing, then, it seems,
(Except to be trampled by men).
My savor is stale, stagnant and bland
When God’s seasoning is horded within.
Fear, doubt or pride trap me inside;
These are walls of my own making.
The only way to release His salt
Will be through God’s gentle shaking.
So shake me, He does. Life’s lessons are hard.
I must trust in the Master Chef’s hand.
He knows how much salt to sprinkle from me
Being SALT within me was His plan.