Cleansing

Crowds of greedy merchants advertising wares.

Duties. Hobbies. Shopping. Having time to spare.

Vying for attention, crowding every space,

This den of thieves

My life bereaves

Of time for prayer and praise.

 Jesus, cleanse this temple; sanctify my mind.

Banish thieving thoughts for stealing precious time.

Then with peaceful silence flowing through my soul,

I join Him there

In the House of Prayer

And rise—refreshed and whole.

-Jalisa Wenger

One day a few months ago, I was playing the Bible Friends story tape for David and Andrew when the story about Jesus cleansing the temple came on.  Suddenly I heard it in a whole new way and was inspired to write this poem.  This is an area I need to work on--not one I've attained well.