Entering the temple amongst the noise and cries
Of the money changers selling means for sacrifice
Filled with holy anger, he lashed through the crowd
Turning over tables and throwing them out
By turning tables, he railed against the status quo
Turning tables, challenging everything we know
Anything not anchored to the ground
Comes crashing down, comes crashing down
Celebrating weakness, surviving trauma in our lives
Inviting in forgiveness as a means to bridge divides
Draining preconceptions and forming new ideals
Turning our lives over to the grace of one who heals
We’re turning tables, railing against the status quo
Turning tables, challenging everything we know
Anything not anchored to the ground
Comes crashing down, comes crashing down
As we rise above the raging storm
And fight the pressures to conform
We encourage the tired and worn
By turning tables
We rail against the status quo
And challenge everything we know

