Destruction, Resconstruction

Destruction, Reconstruction

Idols always break the hearts of

                  those worshipping them.

And though I know this to be true,

I find myself bowing again,

                  and not before You.

Then I dare to feel surprised – though not for long

For soon comes shame.

It is the type of shame that comes when you

                  knew all along what would happen.

Shame of the foolish – the most bitter.

I smashed the idols again, though deep inside

                  I know, I know.

They will be rebuilt by my hands.

And I will bow.

And know shame again.