Reclaiming the Sacred: A Vision for the Temple #314

Reclaiming the Sacred: A Vision for the Temple In sacred halls where prayers ascend, A divine decree, on love to depend. "My Temple," says the Lord, "shall be A house of prayer for all to see." Yet within these walls, where light should dwell, A shadow creeps, a tale to tell. Transformed, it seems, by human hands, Into a den where darkness stands. Not bricks and mortar, gold or thieves, But hearts in prayer, the Spirit weaves. A temple made not for commerce's call, But for souls to rise, and fears to fall. In this sacred space, a divine plea, To reclaim what was meant to be. A house of prayer, open and free, A refuge for all, from sea to sea. Let us then, with fervent zeal, Restore the temple, its purpose reveal. Not as a hideout for thieves to steal, But a place where the broken can heal. So may our actions reflect this vision, A church alive, with divine precision. A house of prayer, in true condition, Fulfilling its holy, original mission. -Written by Steven G. Lee (February 16, 2024) “My Temple will be called a house of prayer. But you are making it a hideout for thieves!" (Matt 21:13; Mark 11:17; Luke 19:46)