I see

If from the heart the mouth speaks 

Can words be deceptive 

Will a face hide a lie 

Is an attitude detected?

The heart is desperately wicked 

Can anyone know it

And its flaws 

Does it show it?

Who searches the heart 

And holds the reigns 

Even to give to Everyman

According to his ways?

If by every idle word 

A man is judged 

To cover a multitude 

They must be love.

Hearts held on a sleeve; read like a book:

Did you hear 

Son's of man

Save by their testimony 

And the blood of the Lamb:

Where the fear of death knows no hour; where life is lived, in grace and power.

Risen from the ashes of total disgrace; having the heart of stone replaced.

Heed the call, that Whispers within: I see said the blind man;