Entering the chambers of your mind, what God put there, you hope to find, what darkness put, you leave behind.

I’ll not run with devils, or dream with their sort, they will tear at my flesh, and make of me sport.

I will not seance with witches, and ask of their tarot cards, or seek in the pyramids my soul to the stars.

I will not game with the Ouija, or leave out of body, such antics as these are really quite naughty.

I’ll not seek the answers, in so called past lives, not in Buddha nor Muhammad, they haven’t any eyes.

We can’t give ourselves not the slightest of lifts, the answer comes from God, his son the free gift.

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