I know a man, maybe you know him, too. You never can tell; he might even be you. He knelt at the altar, and that was the end. He`s saved, and that`s all that matters to him.
His spiritual tummy, it can`t take too much. One day a week, he gets a spiritual lunch. On Sunday, he puts on his spiritual best, And gives his language a spiritual rest.
He`s just a faaa... He`s just a fat little baby! Wa, wa, waaaaa.... He wants his bottle, and he don`t mean maybe. He sampled solid foods once or twice, But he says doctrine leaves him cold as ice. Ba, ba, ba, ba...ba, ba...ba, ba!
He`s been baptized, sanctified, redeemed by the blood, But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud. He knows the books of the Bible and John 3:16. He`s got the biggest King James you`ve ever seen!
I`ve always wondered if he`ll grow up someday. He`s momma`s boy, and he likes it that way. If you happen to see him, tell him I said, "He`ll never grow, if he never gets fed."