My Fathers' House
His face was sad
His eyes were red
These sellers were bad
The tables held their bread
The sellers ran as the tables fell
Their money sounded like a bell
The cages tumbled at his will
For this, they could not sell
He said His Father's house was for Worship
These men honored not true worship
He said His Father's house was for prayer
These men honored not true prayer
Do you honor God's House?
Do you go there to learn?
or would you rather go to earn.
Why not go there to learn.
His eyes were red
These sellers were bad
The tables held their bread
The sellers ran as the tables fell
Their money sounded like a bell
The cages tumbled at his will
For this, they could not sell
He said His Father's house was for Worship
These men honored not true worship
He said His Father's house was for prayer
These men honored not true prayer
Do you honor God's House?
Do you go there to learn?
or would you rather go to earn.
Why not go there to learn.
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