Two went to market to buy a fat pig.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
But soon that fat pig got turned into a hog.
Home-not-so-sweet-home again, jiggety jog.
It wasn't content to sleep out in the barn,
But crawled into bed. Now the wife was alarmed.
She yelled at her husband and he yelled at her,
Not seeing the stumbling block to their answer.
The two of them were so at home with the hog
(Who ate all their substance up, jiggety jog),
That they did not notice the hoppity frog
In their faces jumping. Nor saw they the log
That each of them had stuck within their own eye.
Said the man to his wife, "There's no reason to cry."
Said the woman, "You, Sir, only think of yourself."
Meanwhile the Word of God sat on a shelf,
As they focused inward, upon their own needs,
Forgetting the one whom they promised to please.
But did they once stop to consider the pig
And why they did buy it so jiggety jig?
Their own selfishness had now gotten between them,
But they blamed each other for their lack of freedom.
It wasn't too long before both of them split.
"I can't live this way," said the wife. "So I quit."
Yet both of them claimed that God sat on His throne,
And that the Lord Jesus Christ their lives did own.
How then became they victims of such division?
For all they had now was religious tradition,
Leftover manna from "those good old days."
Did it ever occur to them to change their ways?
Did they not realize they'd lost their first love?
And if seated in heavenly places above,
Then why did they choose to live in other digs,
Spending so much of their time feeding pigs?
The woman who was caught in adultery
Had nothing on these people's idolatry.
Oh why as a church do we think it's okay
To sing a few songs and then go our own way?
Can we even fathom how we might obey
The one to whom we oh so seldom do pray?
Oh may God forgive us for pampering pigs,
For all of our selfishness and all our digs.
Oh may He grant us to so focus on Christ,
That we might see Jesus as our very life!