Not in Temples made with Hands
The first Tabernacle God’s Children made
was from all the spoils and gifts God gave
as former slaves by faith obeyed
they made a tent for He who saved.
With colored string, some brass, some gold
rods and curtains, and badger skin;
the Lord their Shepard, they His fold,
day and night they followed Him.
God no longer dwells in temples
As once in olden days,
which were shadows and examples;
now God inhabits Praise.
Set up in a moment
tents of gratitude and grace,
Joy is the environment
of the Most High’s Secret place.
Thanksgiving is the sacrifice,
the altar, a grateful heart;
Tetelestai, Christ paid the price,
in Praise real worship starts. -id
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