I want to knock down your idols
I gave them to you I should be able to destroy them
I should be allowed to crush them with the same hammer
I used to drive the nails into Christ's
Hands
and
Feet
I want to uproot your garden
The one I planted and presented to you
Flowers of all shapes and colors I thought
You needed reminders of the ideas I once held dear
Dear enough to till in fertile soil
That have proved poisonous
Black and rotten to eyes of age
While the serpent has not found the young yet
I want to pull them out, all of them out
I need to yank them out, weeds and all
Maybe it won't be too late
To sow better seed in that growing land