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Topic: Angry( 08/02/07)
By Melanie Kerr
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And yet I felt His lash
His whip upon rapacious flesh
As stalls and tables crash
I knew Him as a gentle man
Who smoothed out broken reeds
He would not blow out flickering flames
But stooped to meet men’s needs
He went into the temple grounds
And saw the market there
The “House of God” a “den of thieves”
Was more than He could bear
The merchants selling doves and lambs
Their aim - to cheat and steal
The money changers stained with greed
Consumed the pilgrims’ zeal
A whip was fashioned by His hand
And wielded in His rage
The tables clattered, money fell
And doves escaped their cage
“You dare to bring corrupted things
Into this holy place!
This house of prayer – a market stall
How deep is your disgrace!”
I wasn’t there, and yet I felt
The sting of every blow
That side by side with sin I live
How much this grieves Him so!
My life, His temple, called to be
A place of righteous prayer
And yet it’s filled with worldly things
And worship’s seldom there
I will surrender to Your whip
Repent of selfish greed
“Come purify with holy fire
My heart, my life,” I plead.
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