Traded for a bowl full of mush

Traded for a bowl full of mush,

Some stew grabbed in a rush,

How easily the promise disregarded.

Over and over again discarded,

Just to have my fill.

Desiring The Lord but unable to fight stubborn will.

For Esau loss of birthright was his reward

For believers, each day a chance for clean record.

Tomorrow may bring temptation to the soul

But Belief in His sanctification the only goal.

The inheritance cannot be lost

 Bloody Recompense paid the cost.

Strength given in increasing measure

When in pursuit of Godly treasure

 Instead of immediate pleasure.

 The provision is ongoing when we fall,

By the spirit, in Jesus name, the power to call,

The craving, the stronghold or addiction,

In Christ has no jurisdiction.

A bowl of grub or eternal inheritance

The choice has been made, His love covers all in preeminence.