Make Me A Temple, Lord
©Mollie Pearce McKibbon
Busy the market place,
The people crowded in;
Money was changing hands
Within the temple din,
When suddenly, anger divine
Cut through the clamour in God’s shrine.
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Jesus, the Son of God,
Called out in the great dismay.
“My Father’s Holy house
Must not be used this way!”
He strode between the seller’s wares
O’er-turning tables everywhere.
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O Jesus, cleanse my heart;
Make me holy within,
For I am full of pain
And weary fighting sin.
But You, O Lord, can me renew
So I can truly follow You.
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Make me a temple, Lord.
Direct my thoughts above.
O purify my soul
And fill me full of love.
For You have promised me a place
In heaven if I seek your grace.
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