Today’s Money Changers Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We’ve moneychangers in God’s house
A stench to God on high
Upon the flesh just like a louse
They’ll suck God’s children dry

For gain, some sell their personal view
Like wolves they’ll seek their prey
Satan’s servants parade in queue
Just like in Jesus’ day

So loud we hear oft-pompous cries
Dressed in purple and red
Instead of doves they’ll sell white lies
This clan of walking dead

Self-righteousness is commonplace
Traditions by the score
This scourge upon the human race
Grows daily more and more

Let’s overturn some tables too
Lets end religious show
Drive out of church the devil’s zoo
Allow God’s truth to flow

Refuse the devil’s charming wares
Decline his luring freight
Reject his traps his hidden snares
Beware of tempting bait

Let’s buy instead what can’t be sold
Let’s open eyes once blind
Let’s purchase Jesus’ purest gold
His silver so refined

Let’s buy today what God would sell
Lets silence Satan’s whore
Lets seek God’s face this side of hell
This side of Heaven’s door…