The Presence of God

That golden mercy seat,
Where God promised
To meet with His priest,
That blood-stained lid
Of the Ark,
Where God made Himself
Palpably present,
Exists no more
Because it is needed no more!

You,
Child of God,
Need no ark,
No gilded cherubim,
No priestly ritual,
No incense smoke,
To encounter the living God.

He lives in you, saint!
Your body has become the temple.
You have what no ancient priest ever had—
Unrestricted access to the Father.
He’s with you.
No ark required.