Dreamers, enticed to turn away Kneeling, to gods born from clay Praying, to images carved to stone Bowing, though sins are not atoned Hearing, only silence through your cries Seeing, nothing with lifeless eyes Worthless, are the objects idolized Blinded, men fall to their demise Unholy, lovers of themselves Money, the lust of which compells Brutal, without self control Defying, the Redeemer of their soul I am the first and the last Yahweh, Creator of ages past Ruler, Author of the Book of Life Fortress, Saviour of impending strife "I am the Lord Apart of me There is none I form the light Of this dark world Bow to me or die!" [Deuteronomy 4:28; Isaiah 44:9; II Timothy 3:3-5; Isaiah 45:5, 7, 22; Isaiah 44:6]