In the Temple

The undeserved mercy I have obtained Is not of the mace or any power temporal It was not given by the profane emperor But this clemency has given me rights To enter the temple and sit on the pew The spirit sees your judging hearts That challenge the content of my supplication And the direction I must face to pray You say my face is not solemn enough Nor my words adequate to ascend beyond the ceiling You say I shut not my eyes in prayers And clasp not my hands in contrition When mercy is not secular then It matters not if I had eaten the bread of sin And sipped rum laced with iniquity Mercy is of God Himself