I’ve never seen any part of the Creator so vengeful
Never known Him to lash out at his children in this way
He’d even taken the time to fashion my form
Transforming me from chords of waste into a whip by hand.
Stone tables too heavy for most men
Tossed like lots in the sand
Spilling all the wears and goods of men
Who tainted his house with greed
Cattle and Sheep were set free
Driven into the streets in mass
Birds freed from cages
Flung from their posts and stands
Coins were tossed into the dirt
Men who hesitated beaten with my lash
And the Son of Man shouting in anger
At the vile way the temple was now used in vain
The scene was perhaps the most violent He had ever been
The most violent He would ever be
As righteous anger flowed from his form
And cleansed the house of our Creator and Lord
J.Rhett Lively 