I spoke to you as to carnal ones, babes in Christ,
Fed with "milk", not "meat", and still your internal strife
(I'm "of Paul", or "Apollos") your carnal state shows;
We're naught; I plant, Apollos waters, but God grows.
We work as one with God; you're His land and structure,
I've laid the foundation - Christ - others can add more,
Though they must take care: the foundation can't be razed,
And everything built thereon by fire will be gauged.
You're God's temple; His Spirit indwells, defile not
Or God'll destroy; be not fooled by "wisdom" you've got -
God counts the "wise" foolish - shun glorying pride brings,
In Christ (not Paul, Apollos, Cephas) you've all things.
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