The Artist Bible: Easter Voorbeeld

"It is written, " he said to them, "My house will be called a house of prayer,' but you are making it 'a den of robbers.'" - Jesus He entered the temple Like a breath enters lungs The room it inhaled And filled with oxygen His words turned to cords And a cord to his tongue The room it exhaled And cleared out He was less like a madman And more a soft son His actions were jealous For his father's loved ones So he drove out the sellers He drove out the doves He drove out with anger He drove out with love Our backs are bleeding From his temple whip Our churches empty Our pockets picked Now the poor and lonely Are in our midst Our temple cleared For your worship For we made profits off the prophets Took worship to the market We traded free grace for commodities We bought our religion At the cost of idolatry Now he enters our churches A cord lays on his thigh He looks at our steeples Like a camel at a needle's eye So he draws back his wrist To make room for his kingdom Every time we replace His praise for our income Our backs are bleeding From his temple whip Our churches empty Our pockets picked Now the poor and lonely Are in our midst Our temple cleared For your worship