Jesus was angry,
The day He cleared out the merchants from the temple,
Upending their tables
of coin
And flapping
doves.
His house of prayer had been
converted into a
den of thieves, for convenience
sake and personal gain,
to pad the unscrupulous
purse.
Do I cause
Righteous anger over my
casual disobedience?
What about me?
Do I cause
Righteous anger over my
casual disobedience?
Do I dilute his righteousness
with my sinfulness
to make it more palatable
to my halfhearted
living?
Can I be part in
and half out?
Can I make my own rules
and call it following
Jesus?
Do I take His “be Holy” as
a suggestion?
But grace,
and mercy
and Love;
the other side of
the coin.
Because how can I live up to
those kinds of high standards
anyway?
I’m not perfect
and I fall.
But grace,
and mercy
and Love;
the other side of
the coin.
The price He paid for my
redemption was high.
I can not cheapen
His grace with my
flippancy.
My life lived
as a thank
offering,
to Him who gave
His everything
for me.
