Blind Faith, or Lambs to the Slaughter

They line up and file in
To fill Sunday's pews
Piled up and stacked
Like cordwood in twos
They come now to hear
What they've been told true
Their souls now to save
If their life they should lose

The pastor ascends
To his pulpit on high
His voice full of hate
To rant and decry
"Our choice is right!
All others are lies!
Your only salvation
Is through our God's eyes!"

And now the tithe
"Give all you can!
(And I'll take what i need)
To meet God's demands
It need not be much
(Just everything you have)
You'll pay for God's plan!"
His smile hides a sneer
As he surveys his land
And watches them all,
His little lost lambs

Little do they know
Each one in his fold
They've all been misled
Decieved and controlled
While he slips among them
Like a wolf in sheep's clothes
To assure them he's right
And to do as they're told

And week after week
They'll do so again
Following their pattern
To the same bitter end
Believing the lies
Of their leader, their "friend"
And all God's people
Say amen