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Saintly cassock, Glittering altar Ornamental pulpit.               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?
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
MERCHANTS IN THE TEMPLE
Saintly cassock, Glittering altar Ornamental pulpit.               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?
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ralph-akintan
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
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