The Ministering Temple


The Ministering Temple

My body
The temple of Holy Spirit
In which my soul and spirit
Minister to Yahweh

In which we commune
And become One
Not like in the days of law
When the Presence was deadly

Not like in the days of legalism
But like Father and Son
Sitting at a table
Talking
Laughing

“Father, what can I do for you?”
“Go.”
“I will need provision.”
“You already have it.”

My body
The temple of Holy Spirit
A vehicle through which He moves
The only temple that isn’t just
A building with stones or wood
The only temple
That can, of itself,
Minister.

I
Minister to
Yahweh

And we are become One. 

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