My Father's House

There is a Remnant in the Land

A band of pilgrims

The faithful few

Abraham’s 318

Gideon’s 300

Elijah’s 7,000

Soldiers with calloused knees

Trudging across the desert

In search of the Holy City

Christian City behind them

Churchianity dead to them

The burning sand underfoot

But brilliant gold ahead

Studded with priceless jewels

Behold, The Holy City!

These are David’s mighty ones

Rebuilding his tabernacle

The ones with fire in the belly

Jealous for the House of God

Just like their King

The Master who leads the way

The One who wove the whip

Laid it to the back of the Pharisees

Turned over the many tables

That cluttered the holy house

Tables piled high with filthy lucre

He is the One with fire in his eyes

The One who deserves a Bride

A fierce Warrior Princess

The Terror of the Nations

She who runs after him

Pursuing him as he deserves

For only he is worthy

For he is the One who says it

“My Father’s House

Will be called a House of Prayer”

Stephen Pursell, 4/18/15