temple

Lord, I would be your temple,
Your Holy Spirit's dwelling place,
But my walls are crumbling and cracked,
A dirty, broken space.

I run my hands o'er every brick,
Each bump and bruise and mark.
It was these jagged surfaces
That gave your hands their scars.

My stained glass windows tainted by sin
You flooded with your light,
And color filled the sanctuary
When You came inside.

This body is unworthy
To house Your majesty.
A broken spirit, contrite heart
The sacrifice I bring.

But a Sacrifice much greater was paid,
By Christ and it's all You see.
Your Spirit has made me beautiful,
A temple pure and holy.

I was bought at a price, I am not my own,
You now live inside of me,
So with every breath I'll worship You
In sweet humility.