I Don’t Want to Go to Jerusalem: A Song of Cowardice

I don’t want my temples cleansed
I know what that means
I don’t want to rock the boat,
Bite the hand that feeds my bloat

I don’t want to make a scene,
Dare to take a stand–
Say out loud that Christ is King,
Pay the price such ’tention brings

I don’t want my temples cleansed
I don’t have the means
I don’t want to wither figs
Move my mountains, much less twigs

I won’t have my wounds be healed
’Gardless how they pain
I don’t want my eyes to see,
Yield my hardened heart to thee

Jesus you just ask too much
See
Spot
Run

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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One Response to I Don’t Want to Go to Jerusalem: A Song of Cowardice

  1. Greg Wright says:

    Peter, of course, sees himself above such cowardice. But, in the wake of the “triumphal entry” and association teaching, and being able somewhat to put himself in the shoes of others, rather than the “shoes of the fisherman,” he writes a lament for those (supposedly) less stalwart than he.

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