Preying on the dreams of a broken home Feasting on the bones of a withered
frame If salvation hung on their long winded boasts Surely their souls
would have nothing to fear Nothing to fear Even past the plank in my eye I
can see that they're blind, leading the blind Not in judgement, but
discernment I won't follow their voice Past the plank in my eye I can see
that they're blind, leading the blind Not in judgement, but discernment
I'll follow the true Shepherd's voice The spirit so alive and mighty is
not a weapon man can wield In our surrender to His will, we find that way
any man is healed Even past the plank in my eye I can see that they're
blind, leading the blind Not in judgement, but discernment I won't follow
their voice Past the plank in my eye I can see that they're blind, leading
the blind Not in judgement, but discernment I'll follow the true
Shepherd's voice
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