Many eyes are blinded
Shut up in unbelief
They listen not to Jesus
But have paid heed unto the thief.
They would put the Lord in a box
Tie the Holy Spirit down;
Saying, 'we know all there is to know
for we shall have renown.'
But all these people though they
From Roman Catholic to Pentecostal be;
Are all but cults with heresies
There is one thing they do not see.

Many are blinded by their own way
The sheep they do not tend:
Instead, they push their barrows along the street -
And can't see the DEAD END !

Some don't see that Jesus died
And that he rose again
To justify those that have faith;
So they teach the law in vain.

Some don't see that Jesus lives
And gives life unto the dead
They preach another way but Christ;
To trap the sheep instead.

Some don't see the Holy Spirit
Can be given by Jesus today
So they have no assurance of
The things in life's array.

Some don't see the need of faith
But rely on their own might;
My answer to the lot of them is -


'But if our gospel is hid, it is hid to them that are lost.'

2 Corinthians 4:3

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