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