Solomon's Temple

See there? That was your first mistake.
The temple is the Lord's.
It was not made by human hands,
Nor its foundations poured
Down from the troughs of cement trucks,
Nor mason laid its bricks.
A temple built on Holy Mount
Is but the Devil's trick.

The temple that the Lord has built
Is this: the flesh of man.
He raised it up from stones of earth
And in his ribs has spanned,
The dwelling where the spirit dwells,
And flows within its grooves,
Rivers of blood that mix with breath
And makes his temple move.

God does not live in house of stone
Built by a human hand,
Nor does his spirit dwell within
A dwelling place of man.
But God has raised up his own tent,
And there inside he dwells
In comfort when the Son of Man
Submits it to his will.

For God needs not a golden throne,
Nor altar built of stone,
The Lord Jehovah dwells in flesh,
In human skin and bone.
His temple will never be built
On David's Holy Hill.
His spirit, Jesus Christ did prove,
Resides where spirit will.

A spirit is a living thing,
Not dead, like bricks of gold.
It lives inside a human being;
It is not bought, nor sold.
It takes its dwelling where it will,
And dwells where it will do.
So open up your temple doors,
And let it dwell in you.

The temple built by Solomon
Was his and not the Lord's,
So Jesus said to tear it down
And watch it be restored.
For never was a temple built
The Lord hath dwelt within
Except for flesh and blood and bone
Enclosed by human skin.