Come to your Temple here with liberation
And overturn these tables of exchange
Restore in me my lost imagination
Begin in me for good, the pure change.
Come as you came, an infant with your mother,
That innocence may cleanse and claim this ground
Come as you came, a boy who sought his father
With questions asked and certain answers found,
Come as you came this day, a man in anger
Unleash the lash that drives a pathway through
Face down for me the fear the shame the danger
Teach me again to whom my love is due.
Break down in me the barricades of death
And tear the veil in two with your last breath.
Malcolm
Guite
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Into this fleshy temple come
O Lord
Prepare to toss a few tables
Into the air
Scatter those things that stolidly
Clutter my soul
Hunkering in dark corners
Taking up space
Fouling the air
It is easy to see
The clutter in other people’s souls
To point the finger and shout
“Hey, look over there!”
It is hard to peer into the dark recesses
Of myself
And see the things that lurk
In the darkness
Fouling the air
Cleanse me Lord
And I shall be clean
scatter greed, and hate, resentment and fear
with your mighty love
drive out all that impedes my path
to the Holy Place
the Holy of Holies
where your reside
there
deep behind the veil
Clear the path, rend the curtain
Shine in all your glory
Restore in me, the joy of my salvation
Make me a temple in which you reside
And rule
Make me love
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