Back in the day
while in the way
enroute to Canaan land
was the Israelite band

There must have been some apprehension
when time for the priest to mention
the very name of God
could not be careless or slipshod

When the priest was to go behind the veil
to sprinkle blood upon the mercy seat
he wore a bell by which to tell
if he were clean, worthy and replete

For if he were found to be unclean
instant death clearly forseen
well warned in advance
the wise left nothing to chance.

Wearing bells on his garments
fully alive and ardent
walking unclean into God's presence
bore a death sentence

Listening for the continuance of the bell
when ceased one surely fell
then pulled out by a rope
knowing he was dead beyond all hope

As human we are prone to be yawed
being made unclean by such petty strings . . .
but falling into the hands of an angry God
is an awesomly Fearful Thing.