House Cleaning

The temple stood in shadows, filled with shouts and cries
Gold and silver changing hands beneath the holy skies
Tables stacked with greed, where worship should have grown
A house of prayer turned marketplace—a place He called His own

O! The tables are turning
He went to do some house cleaning
Drive out the darkness, clear the sacred way
Zeal for His Father's house burns bright as day

Coins clattered to the ground, merchants' faces froze
In the passion of His righteous fire, His purpose overflows
He scattered all their gains, overturned their wares
And in that holy silence, the truth hung in the air

O! The tables are turning
He went to do some house cleaning
Drive out the darkness, clear the sacred way
Zeal for His Father's house burns bright as day

"Destroy this temple," He said with strength
"And in three days, I will raise it from death."
They didn't understand the message in His voice
But in three days, His rising made heaven rejoice

It wasn't just a building, not stones upon the ground
But a place for every heart where holy love is found
He cleared out all the clutter, restored what was divine
So we might seek the Father, unclouded and refined

O! The tables are turning
He went to do some house cleaning
Drive out the darkness, clear the sacred way
Zeal for His Father's house burns bright as day