House of Prayer
Those who keep my Sabbath
And fear my holy law
And look for real compassion
Through the mist
Find a Temple waiting
And peace and calm inside
And praise and meditation
Heaven-kissed.
The eunuch begets “children”
And multiplies Good News.
The stranger finds
A welcome from the fray.
And Israel grows
In leaps and bounds
As Gentiles come on board.
They too have privileged
Quarters here to pray.
But Jesus comes this morning
And finds the hucksters’ game
At every stall and seat
That meets His view.
And eager pilgrims
Victimized
As shepherds fleece the flock.
He drives them forth.
His cries and whips subdue.
Now settle children
In His peace and presence
The rendezvous
Will touch your inner heart
Let silence calm the ennui
With loving friends beside
And wait…
The True Vine’s life He will impart.
Isaiah 56
Mark 11: 15-17
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