The Folly and Impotence of Idols

Isaiah 46:5-7

To whom do ye liken Me, and make equal? And compare Me, that we may be like?

--They are pouring out gold from a bag, And silver on the beam they weigh, They hire a refiner, and he maketh it a god, They fall down, yea, they bow themselves.

They lift him up on the shoulder, They carry him, and cause him to rest in his place, And he standeth, from his place he moveth not, Yea, one crieth unto him, and he answereth not, From his adversity he saveth him not.

The Folly and Impotence of Idols

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