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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