Yeah In the temple Listen My house shall be called a house of prayer But you made it a den of thieves in there Tables flip, I don’t play in here Zeal burns hot, make it clear My house shall be called a house of prayer But you made it a den of thieves in there No more lies, no trade in here Truth steps in, now face your fear Came to the city, entered the gates Went to the temple, saw their ways Money being changed, profit and trade Selling the doves where prayer was made Crowds all moving, noise and gain Holy ground turned into a lane What was sacred now profaned All for profit, all for gain Stood and looked at what became Not for God but for their name House of prayer but not the same Fire inside, can’t stay contained My house shall be called a house of prayer But you made it a den of thieves in there Tables flip, I don’t play in here Zeal burns hot, make it clear Made a whip out of cords right there Drove them out, cleared the square Coins spill out, tables in air No more business happening there Said "take these things away from here Stop making my Father’s house a market here" Chairs get moved, the ground gets cleared Authority speaks, they disappear Would not let goods pass through that place Took control of the temple space Teaching them truth face to face No more corruption, no more disgrace "It is written, hear it clear House of prayer for all right here But you turned it year by year Into a den of thieves in here" Zeal for Your house consumes me now No turning back, no bowing down Blind and lame come walking in Healing flows where chaos been Children shout, the praise begins "Hosanna!" rising up again Leaders watch but they’re not pleased Question power, hearts uneased "By what authority?" they speak But truth stands firm, it won’t decrease From disorder now restored Honor back to God once more What was lost is now secured House made right before the Lord No more buying, no more schemes No more twisting holy things Righteous fire, cleansing scene King steps in and resets clean My house shall be called a house of prayer But you made it a den of thieves in there Tables flip, I don’t play in here Zeal burns hot, make it clear
