A HYPOCRITE

And they come unto thee
As the people cometh
And they sit before thee as my people
And they hear thy words
But they will not do them
For with their mouth they shew
Much love but their heart goeth
After their covetousness

And lo thou art unto them
As a very lovely song of one
That hath a pleasant voice
And can play well on an instrument
Foe they hear thy words but they did not do them

The world has hardly produced
Legions of two-faced religious professors
And presumptions men and woman
Than what we have today
A hypoctie

Churches are filled with people
Preoccupied with religious activities
But who by their life-sytle
Mock true and faithful messengers of God
And ridicule the eternal settled Word

There has never been a short supply
Of people who draw nigh to God
With their mouths and honour him
With their lips but their hearts
Are far from Him

But you can stand out
By making your calling and election sure
Hypocrisy affects the hypocrite not God