The Inquisition
The spirit of inquisition lives
It suspicions and fears; it never gives
Peace, love and joy are estranged
All those around are deranged.
In the blood, mind and hearts
With each generation it starts
Over and over in mankind
Until in Jesus the Savior they find.
The New Birth miracle He brings
The D.N.A. and mindsets of kings
He, the Creator can recreate
Hope and faith with a beautiful fate.
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