Driving the congregants in a paroxysm of fib, Gullibility enshrines adherents hearts. Do you know the Messiah more than the apostles ? Thou traders in the temple.
Parrotic tongues set out commands Loquacious sweet-coated mouths misdirects faithfuls. But the uncreated Creator who creates creatures watches Dreadful silence astonishingly permeates the entireness of the universe. Do you preach love? Do you follow peace with all? Ye robbers in the temple.
Command darkness to produce light. But you turned moonlight into tale. Can you display Davidic dance steps on the road? Profanity of sanctuary with false homiletics. Merchants of dross in tabernacle
Speak. Let us hear you. Preach To the congregants.
Righteousness afar from the apron of faith. Charity locked up in the tunic of hope. Sanctity of holiness sprinkled into the tributary of sin. Commanding the stars to turn to sun, Captains of night in light. Ye robbers in the sanctuary.
Pastoral advertisers of chattels in the tabernacle, Merchandising gold dross in sermonic hymns. Sugar-coated doctrine wept in the tomb of Lazarus. Prompting Him to weep again? Ye merchants in synagogue.
Disentangle faithfuls from the webs of worriment. Dislodge congregants out of the shackles of sin. Deliver ignoramus from the isle of incendiary. Let the sifter of strength separate out afflictions from feebleminded faithfuls.
Ye robbers in the temple You love prayers more than God But who answers prayers?