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.
Holiness linked to divine,
The essence of the sacred Lord.
Relational it is defined,
As righteousness, but He restores.
Consecrated but through God,
And never by our worthless deeds.
We counterfeit in cursed fraud,
The grace of God our only need.
Then worship God, and Him alone,
As Lord, His law will lead your life.
By this His holiness is known,
The line of Law cuts as a knife.
Your earthly father honor, too,
For holiness at home begins.
Your father God has given you,
Reflecting God’s own holiness.
And keep the Sabbath rest He gave,
The rest that He did consecrate.
And not forever sweat and a slave,
The sign of sanctity He makes.
And make no gods to worship them,
To sell yourselves as demon’s whores.
Idolatry, the sickest sin,
Is prostitution from the Lord.
And do not eat the tainted meat,
When you assemble near my throne.
To keep the honor of my feast,
In holy joy to God alone.
Then do not worship work or food,
Or friends or kin, or fleshly art,
But God makes holy and makes good,
His blood has sanctified my heart!
No priest was passed the need to give his tithe,
Thanks-giving for the fruits the Lord endued,
A curse on them whose greed consumes their life,
Give gifts to God with gifts that He gave you.
And priests would reconcile men from sin,
A sacrifice of service, prayer, and praise,
Proclaiming the salvation Christ extends,
A mouth-piece, martyr, embassy of grace.
The priest receives and eats the holy food,
The work of God, the sustenance he needs,
Communion with the Christ our strength renews,
So through His sacrifice, His worker feeds.
And God has called us each as priests of Christ,
In service then, surrender all your life.