Temples

See the awesome temple rise, agleam within the noonday skies

An altar to the ego on the throne

Within the temple's sacred walls where humanists don prayer shawls

And bow to idols crafted out of stone

Yet far outside the bright confines, a beaten, bruised, and bloodied Vine

Upon the Cross now dies

A failure in the eyes of those whose cultured brows have scorned the Rose

And missed the God Who's hidden in disguise

Temples are fading but love is awaiting in Christ

His sacrifice

Pride will undo but His love will renew