All banded tight together in defense,
In comradeship against defilement,
Begrudgingly among Samaritans,
They hoped the food they bought was clean for them.
Alone, so no one else could witness her,
As she made profit from adultery,
She seeks the well at noon, when men will thirst,
But found a prophet waiting for a drink.
With thirst and hunger as His company,
Though capable of making meat and wine,
His water giving moral purity,
His bread for breaking prejudicial lines.
Yet Jesus preached among unripened fields,
And with His words, a mighty harvest yields.
The sanctity of priests defined,
No trifling with grace we own,
A nationhood of priests aligned,
To all the world His glory shown.
Commanded then to separate,
The holy from the vile,
Presuming not upon His grace,
But humbly reconciled.
Remember God is in the saints,
His special presence in our hearts.
The keep yourselves from worldly taints,
And in His church always take part.
Consuming what is holy then,
And taking it with in our mouths.
To purge your mind of thoughts of sin,
The toxic weight that drags you down.
Let everything you eat or see,
Or read, or say, or think, or play,
But drive you to God’s sanctity,
To serve Him better day by day.
For holiness from God descends,
And given by Him graciously.
Springs from relationship with Him,
Both guarded fierce and given free.
Oh, let this sanctity we’re given,
Show all the world our Holy Lord,
Who granted sinners be forgiven,
The filthy to His house restored.
You call this supper of the Lord?
This drunkenness and hunger?
Do you not see His wrath out-poured,
The plague you suffer under?
Repent that He may give reward,
And discipline no longer.
Express the unity of Christ,
As part of His own body.
Do not divide by deeds of life,
Those poor and those with money.
And do not split – doctrinal strife,
But factions show the phony.
With all humility draw nigh,
And by no works accepted,
He interposed and dared to die,
And for us was rejected.
Proclaim, in this, the Crucified,
All level, none neglected.
And with thanksgiving, praises made,
With gratitude our eating.
At wonder at the price He paid,
And worship at His bleeding.
The very night He was betrayed,
With His own body feeding.
No sin is ever then too great.
You never will be worthy!
But Christ was worthy in your place,
Why chose You to restore me?
There is no answer I can make,
All praises be before Thee!