Following the leader,
the blind leading the blind.
Walking on their dusty path,
no promise land to find.

Let me not follow them,
for the sake to follow.
Playing in this wicked game,
their heads all so hollow.

Let me be not afraid,
of what man thinks of me.
Let me be not ashamed,
of Jesus Christ Almighty.

Don't let me get confused,
with these voices in my head.
I don't want to be a member,
a member of the walking dead.

Don't let me be,
another empty face in the crowd.
Let my name be called,
when you come to the clouds.

Saying the words that
they want to hear.
Wearing the clothes
they want me to wear.

Let me be not afraid,
let me be not scared.
What people might think,
let me not even care.

No more will I play,
in these childish games.
To live for my God,
this is now my aim.

I don't care of how I look,
or of how I act.
I don't want to be afraid,
never to turn my back.

I don't care what the world
thinks of me anymore.
I'll live this precious life,
for my glorious risen Lord.

5/16/94

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