Opening the Temple

If your body is His Temple,

What kind of place are you providing?

What do you suppose

the Holy Spirit is inhabiting?

Is it clean?

Are thoughts considered before uttered?

Is the heart pure or muddled?

Does the temple ingest whatever the eyes and ears delight?

Or, are the gates with keepers

Who let in only light?

It matters to God what we offer;

We are to be holy sacrifices.

Holiness. What does that mean?

I long to be holy,

So holy and pure that all parts

become His Temple.

As it stands, this vessel has closed doors,

Places that are shut off to guests-

Most certainly an embarrassment

to the Holy of Holies.

So I close the closets but He still knows.

And as a polite guest and owner,

He still shows-

Shows interest in my intent,

Shows compassion when I slip;

His mercy helps me confess my secrets.

So the doors are open:

It’s all yours, Lord.

Do what you will and even more!

I want to succeed

And with You I will.

So give me your fill;

I want to be what you’ve purposed me for.