The proof is in the pudding
When the truth is established,
And the evidence is clear
When it’s produced on the dish.
Similarly it will be at the end
When everything will be exposed,
As to whether we are children of God
Of whether it was all for show.
Because the result of the pudding
Is pending a final outcome,
As to whether it’s been baked and cooked
To perfection when it’s done.
We know the delectable experience
When the perfect dessert we taste…
Particularly with cream on top
Where none will go to waste.
There are many counterfeit puddings
Underbaked, burnt or overcooked,
Likewise has our zeal for God been genuine
Or were there things conveniently overlooked.
Our pride will bring us down
As will our inability to accept correction,
As it will retain stubborn strongholds
And it will sink all expectations.
Have we been put through the fire
And have we been tested with trials?
Or have we chosen the sweeter path
And continue to be defiled?
Have we produced fruit
And has our branch been grafted in,
To the One who is life sustaining
And who nourishes within?
The quality is always seen
At the end of a process…
The veracity of a recipe
Where integrity is possessed.
Is there proof in our pudding
And have we had our temperature check,
To see whether the process will produce
A wholeness and Christ reflect?
(C) P.B. 2020