Don’t look back, remember Lot’s wife,
As we leave behind our Godless life.
Don’t savor the fleeting pleasure of sin,
As a life of deep joy, we’re set to begin.
What is behind leave in the past,
For what is ahead is all that will last.
As fire burns up the wealth of the earth,
We move to our God who gave us new birth.
Remember Lot’s wife, don’t look behind,
At the evil you lived in a past time.
For it just may grab you again, make you its slave,
And keep you in chains till you reach the grave.
Our freedom’s been bought by the blood of the Lamb,
Who would look back to prison, I can’t understand.
Heaven is waiting just around the next bend,
Don’t look back to hell as if Satan’s your friend.
Remember Lot’s wife; don’t look over your shoulder,
God’s warm Love awaits, the past was much colder.
Don’t reminisce that it held a sweet charm,
For these thoughts are poison and only bring harm.
A pig will return to his vomit you know,
And either God or to Satan’s direction we’ll go.
God’s road it ain’t easy, it wasn’t for Christ,
For those bound for hell, would give us all strife.
Remember Lot’s wife, she turned into salt,
She was told don’t look back; it was her sole fault.
Salt will preserve and ward off decay,
As we think of her fate may our hearts ever pray
That God by His grace will keep us on His path,
That we should not suffer the flames of His wrath.
As we run and bring others toward His Holy throne,
The salt from her sin preserves us to the bone.
Tertius
Remember Lot’s wife!
Luke 17:32
A note about “Remember Lots Wife”: It does my heart good to see a man whose soul has been tortured by the physical bondage of jail and spiritual bondage of sin to find freedom from sin and find joy despite their body’s incarceration in a jail or prison institution. I had one such man in my Bible Study group who showed up enthusiastically every time and told me of spending his time behind bars studying his Bible, in prayer and even bringing others into the study group. He said he was forsaking his former drug fueled lifestyle and since he lived a little more than a mile from me, he wanted to attend my church. He told me that he would call me when he was released. However, some of the other inmates told me the day before his release he was getting phone numbers from another inmate who was a drug dealer on the street. After his release he never did call so I stopped by the restaurant where he worked and spoke with him a few minutes. His greeting was not as cheerful as when I greeted him at Bible Study every week. Just about six months after his release I learned of his death due to an overdose. I wish I had written this one while he was still in Bible study.