Worship needs a sacred space,
Uncrowded by life’s demands,
Holiness’ intolerance is expressed,
When – what is created for worship,
Is lost to our selfish choices,
Precious time in God’s presence,
Sacrificed for a minute’s hollow prayer,
The cost of my heart’s love,
Measured by a few dollars,
The cheapest price found and paid.
When superficial sacrifices ,
Are looked closely in the eye,
By incarnation’s fullest expression of hope,
Then all hell breaks loose,
As restoration begins his holy work.
The lash’s countless blows,
Energised by unbridled love,
Are reminders of the many idols,
That gather in the empty spaces,
Created by life lived half heartedly,
Missing the truth of forgiveness,
Grasping at prides unsteady support,
Mouthing easily spoken platitudes,
That quickly replace grace’s heart,
Meaningless phrases flow freely,
From the deceitful selfish tongue,
Passion ignited by ownership,
Rises up within me,
When my Father’s house,
Is treated with this contempt,
My emotions meeting my actions,
Discovering the Christ living in me,
Setting alive my passionate core,
Anger that boils up inside,
Is set free against all unholiness,
The deceitful heart of arrogance,
Is about to meet his match,
Watch closely and see what rises up.
When I meet this Christ today,
We stand together in the resurrection hope,
Remembering now what was important,
Eternity shedding light on every action,
The uncertainty of where I belong,
Made certain by the promise to rebuild,
A moment in time on which history pivots,
Finds me in the company of justice in acton,
Sharing life with the one who always knew,
Inviting me to a place where I belong.