My House
One day Jesus walked into the temple
Expressions of anger on His face
His eyes could not believe what they
Were seeing
Men had made His House a marketplace
As He cracked the whip, people scattered
Overturning tables stacked with sin
With authority Jesus stood there
Declaring and proclaiming this message to
All men, saying
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My house will be a house of purity
My house, a house where people pray
My house will be a house of power
My house, a house of celebrated praise
Today we are His spiritual temple
Representing His righteousness
But we've opened the door to deception
Allowing sin to be our guest
Yet Jesus sees where we're living
His patience is surely wearing thin
It's time that we get our house in order
'Cause Jesus is returning with this message
Once again, saying
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He's cleansing and removing all hidden
Sin within
Shaking and exposing everything that's
Not of Him, saying
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