Lenten Poem III

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings.

III

You entered God's 

courtyard for worshipers,

your heart passionate for worship,

ignited instead in anger.

For predators had come

among the sheep.

Tables turned,

victimizers fled,

your fervor for God's

house of prayer.

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