A Clanging Cymbal

The distant toll of the temple bells As clock strikes, thou tread upon the sacred temple Lifting up hands with the Holy Assembly “Father I thank you am not a sinner like her I fast and pray like the Apostle Paul And I pray in tongues more than all” “ba ba la ba ta la la la ba ba ka ba la ta ya mana talla ta ta ya” Empty babblings! Meaningless verbosities! Why all these pretensions and ostentatious prayers friend? Why can’t all these noise and hypocrisy end? One who drinks iniquity like water A noisy gong scooped of all her fruits Never able to shod thy feet with the ‘Golden boots’ You seem to please the demons, hear their unceasing echoes You clanging cymbal! You noisy gong!! You clanging cymbal! You noisy gong!! I rather you plea for mercy And pray thy demons away Before they prey thee away These spiritual gymnastics can be deceiving You clanging cymbal! You noisy gong! For thou knoweth not the Masters ‘Love Song’ If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. [1Corinthians 13:1-ESV]