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God's Temple

Kendra Heitrich

Golden pillars,

Dressed stone,

And timber—

My GOD, your temple

Is a beautiful thing.


Our hearts,

Our hands,

And eyes—

My GOD, your temple

Is a beautiful thing.


Yet it is overrun,

My GOD, it is overrun,

By pagan shrines and poles

And worship.


It is overrun,

My GOD, it is overrun,

By evil thoughts and hearts

And spirits.


Broken pillars,

Stained stone,

Burned timber—

My GOD, your temple

Is a desecrated thing.


Wicked hearts,

Bloody hands,

Lustful eyes—

My GOD, your temple

Is a desecrated thing.


Oh, GOD, forgive,

Forgive for the weakness,

Forgive for the flesh and indulgence

And pride.


Oh, GOD, forgive,

Forgive for the weakness,

Forgive from your mercy and love

And grace.


I repent, I repent,

Son of David,

Have mercy on me—

A sinner.


I repent, I repent,

God of Israel,

I reach out to you—

Our King.


As Josiah burned

Pagan things, pagan poles,

Pagan blood

May I burn

Sinful thoughts, sinful actions,

Sinful snares.


There is hope.

There must be hope.

As Josiah purified

Jerusalem’s temple—

Oh, God,

Please purify

Me.


Loving actions,

Gentle words,

And strength—

My GOD, your Son

Is a beautiful thing


Yet I am overrun,

My GOD, I am overrun,

With weakness and shame

And sin.


Son of David,

Have mercy on me—

A sinner.


My GOD, tell me there is hope

To purify

This temple.

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