Sunk deep into her,
Falling for every wave of her body.
His heart begins racing,
skipping beats in order to find her tempo.
Her temple beautiful,
His temples pounding,
astounded that one so perfect would ever need cleansing.
She was cleansing her temple,
purging the sins she would soon commit.
But there is no flipping of tables.
Her body, no longer a house prayer,
Just a passageway in the house of David.
When Jesus cleansed the temple
They said, ‘Hosanna to the Son of David.’
Her temple was dirtied, marred for that moment,
So they could say ‘Hosanna to the Son of David.’
He burns with passion uncontrollable.
Beads of sweat whisper the words of his libido as it rises.
His eyes rise with her
As she rises from her bath.
Her body undefiled,
His greed undefiled,
He calls for her.
His passion now kisses her skin,
Finds crevices suitable for his children,
Places his staff into the ark of her covenant.
The angels shield their faces,
And the shekinah glory hides itself as lust fills her womb.
For the next 9 months, she has no blood by which to cleanse her temple.
No blood to sprinkle on the altar of sacrifice.
Repent without sacrifice is nothing but hollow noise.
Uriah means, “Yahweh is my fire”
He behaving as a lamb,
The battlefield his alter,
God his fire.
Her husband acts as a ram in the thicket,
His blood shed for their sins.
His blood creating tormented souls,
With demons swarming,
David begins writing
Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.
Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities.
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.
Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee.
Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.
O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise.
For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delightest not in burnt offering.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.