We like to look to those who lead,
And from their meditations feed…
That build us up.
But there may be a glaring fault,
Or more insidious step of walk
That trips us up.
We must discern their faith to trace,
And count the rest to have no place…
Keep looking up!
Let no man block that single eye
That looks past man—right up on high…
Till we’re caught up.
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