The Publican Beating His Breast in the Temple Corner

[Intro] [fist striking chest linen in quiet stone arch foley] The Publican Beating His Breast in the Temple Corner... Luke 18:9-14. 'God, have mercy on me, a sinner... I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God.' [Verse 1] [Main Instrumentation & Rhythm Section] Two men went up to Zion's courts to pray before the Lord The Pharisee stood by himself and boasted of his word I thank You, God, that I am not like other men of greed I fast two times a week and give a tenth of every deed Far in the corner stood a man who collected worldly tax He would not even lift his eyes in humility and facts He beat his breast in agony and wept before the sky: O God, have mercy on me, a sinner who should die! [Pre-Chorus] [Dynamic Build & Harmony] Not boasting of his righteousness nor what his hands had done Relying on the mercy of the Holy Chosen One [Chorus] [Resonant Authentic Climax] God have mercy on me a sinner in the temple corner! Transforming all the sorrow of the brokenhearted mourner! For this man went down to his house justified before God! Walking on the holy path where humble saints have trod! Bow low in dust, seek holy grace, let self-made boastings cease The humble and repentant soul goes home in perfect peace! [Verse 2] [Instrumental Counterpoint & Vocals] For everyone who lifts himself in foolish, empty pride Will find the gates of righteousness are closed on every side But he who humbles his own heart before the Father's throne Will be exalted by the Lord and welcomed as His own [Bridge] [Soaring Vocal Harmony & Sacred Solo] Oh, righteousness is not of works, nor human self-acclaim! It comes through true repentance in our Savior's holy Name! Humility, confession, pardon and justifying grace! Standing clean and holy in the consecrated space! [Chorus] [Full Grand Climax] God have mercy on me a sinner in the temple corner! Transforming all the sorrow of the brokenhearted mourner! For this man went down to his house justified before God! Walking on the holy path where humble saints have trod! Bow low in dust, seek holy grace, let self-made boastings cease The humble and repentant soul goes home in perfect peace! [Outro] [fist striking chest linen in quiet stone arch foley Fading into Stillness] The Publican Beating His Breast in the Temple Corner... To Elohim God be all the glory. Amen. [Fade Out] [End]