I will tear this temple down
And in three days rebuild
But in your blind deafness
You will still look to a hill
You can’t understand things
Which you can touch and see
A heart cased in hard stone
won’t understand heavens decree
Look down on your neighbor
And abuse him all the more
Who told you this is the path
They are your words all the more
Soften your heart! And so be
Kind in gentle in all your ways
A true follower of me
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