They block and flee
They know not Christ
Who sets us free
They hide away
In their cold hearts
Knowing not
Their magic arts
To wound and hate
They've bought the lies
They've turned from truth
As they idolise
The hope that's meant to
Set men free
They pierce him still
Upon a tree
Yet blessed are you
When men separate you
From their company
Declaring they hate you
They claim to be
Gods elect
But all they do
Is hide and reject
A tree is known
By its fruit
Love joy and peace
Deep in its root
But see the wicked
Who have no kindness
See their hearts
So full of blindness
They've turned the cross
Into an idol of gold
They've gone and made
Their own fold
And anyone who won't
With them agree
They'll kill with silence
As they flee
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