Many called by my name, are not of me
Some spiritually blind, claiming they can see
Many deaf to my word, claiming they can hear
But they're barren trees, no fruit do they bear
They are not of me, though they claim to be
They just use my name, to gain riches and fame
Wolves in sheep skins, to cover their sins
But they are not mine, no blood can I find
Many called by my name, have ventured out
Teaching false doctrines, sowing seeds of doubt
One day they will harvest, the crops that they sow
They claim they're of me, but them I don't know