Hollowed Holiness

You have made My holiness hollow
You love ritual more than you love Me
Your faith has become cold and shallow
That is not how I meant it to be

The poor feel they cannot approach
Out of touch, far away, just too clean
Your religion denies rat and roach
When in fact that’s where I have been

I was born in a stable not a palace
There was manure, bed bugs and fleas
My blood in a cup, not a chalice
You have done with my name as you please

You glory in pomp and parade
You dress well, bejeweled, full of shine
My garments were just common grade
I was as human as I was divine

But you have made Me so free of dirt
And you claim that brings glory to Me
When it is I who took on the unholy
So I can set the unholy free

When you dress for praise and for worship
When you stand to adore kneel to pray
Remember I was stripped naked and beaten
Like common folk you see every day

Don’t continue to make my holiness hollow
Holiness is what I always will be
Understand this, then you can follow
I became human so you could touch me

2Co 5:21 For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

Isa 1:14 Your new moons and our appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear them.

Mt 23:5 But all their works they do for to be seen of men: they make broad their phylacteries, and enlarge the borders of their garments,