pursuit of craftiness

the action of the eye following a moving object an eye that is not satisfied with seeing and the heart that often rejects The sight of one's own character will offend all but the Lord Guilty in so much more than we can understand the word cuts like a sword But the Lord is a gentle butcher, he prunes us for our own good When we are strong enough to bare it he will strip us as He should For our fruitfulness is of him, or it is just work in the feild And our sacrafice is nothing if without obedience we fail to yeild So nothing should overtake you, after that, you see what we all really are Hiding behind fig leaves irrated by the fact that we never reach the bar How could this flesh be so bad? Why can't we see? looking upon this darkness all started to be blind at a tree