Sent by the Spirit, they crossed the sea, Through Salamis roads to Paphos decree. A ruler desired the word to be heard, But Elymas twisted and fought every word. False counsel stood at the governor's side, A practiced resistance in honorable guise. Saul, who was Paul, looked steady and long, Filled with the Spirit to answer the wrong. Thou shalt be blind for a season, A mist on the eyes that made straight pathways bend. The hand of the Lord is against thy deception, Not endless destruction, but darkness with end. Thou shalt be blind for a season, And truth will stand clear when the countervoice fails. Immediately shadow and mist settled down, He searched for a hand to be led through the ground. The deputy saw what the word had made plain, And wondered at doctrine no bribe could restrain. The gospel was not a court magician's art, No power for sale and no flattering part. A ruler believed not because of display, But because of the teaching that opened the way. Thou shalt be blind for a season, The proud opposition was stopped in its place. The word crossed the island, the governor listened, And wonder gave way to believing in grace. One man reached for guidance, Another received the word.