Hypocrite Hypocrite

 Hypocrite... Hypocrite, I urge you to pray.

For the day is fast approaching and for your choices you must pay.

Get on your knees and repent before the Lord.

And ask for forgiveness and come away from discord.


The Scripture says, in Matthew chapter 6...

That the glory of men, is what the hypocrites seek.

If your eyes be so blind and your ears be so deaf..

Your failure in knowledge, will forever make you weak.


Do not advertise, what the Lord did not command.

For where your treasure is, there you will stand.

Let the pleasure of the Lord, be the mountain you must


climb.

So goodness and mercy, forever be your rhyme.


Hypocrite... Hypocrite, where is your home?

Are you marching into Zion, or will hell be your dome?

The day is surely coming, when the trumpet will be sound.

So come into the ark and find rest on heaven's ground.


Do not be so wise, like the Pharoahs of this world.

For everything on sale, will be wolves to unfold.

The life that you live, will decide where you go.

And the bed where you lay, will be on seeds that you sow.


Hypocrite... Hypocrite, the time is at hand.

Be sure the foundation, is firm where you stand.

The voice of Jesus beckons, with the cry of HIS heart.

So come as you are and become, The Painter's Art.


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