By Their Fruits

By Their Fruits

I hear howling out the dialogues of humans

I'm no fruit inspector, but by their fruits you shall know them

It's time to unzip the shiny attire and see what's within

Because the actions being produced is of wolves in sheep's skin

You got preachers hanging with pagans, sanctioning sin

You got gospel artists having fellowship with the world I cringe

Tell me, why would you allow for your light to turn dim

Knowing that following the blind will only lead you in a ditch

Take heed when you read the red ink in Holy Writ