The time has
surely come to face
The fog that
makes our vision dim
As we, like
Moses, still embrace
The truth of God
that honors Him.
We are like
bottles in the smoke
Of lies that
make the truth unclear,
But God removes
deception's cloak
With
understanding through His fear.
How well Isaiah
prophesied
Of lips full of
hypocrisy!
Our Savior
clearly testified
Of such:
"Their heart is far from Me."
O Lord, though smoke may cloud our view,
The truth is clear that we proclaim.
We face the fog
by trusting You,
Since You are
evermore the same.
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