Whose Report

When you've prayed and He seems not to hear
You can't feel His touch, have faith, He is near.
Pour out your heart, His compassion you'll feel.
With every breath, you'll know He is real.

Accept not the report of mere mortal man.
But wait for the one with the nail scarred hands.
That's why His blood flowed so freely that day,
Stripes on His back, to bring healing your way.

Decide today what you will believe
Trust in God, and His blessings receive.
Listen to Satan and he'll pull you down
He'll turn your smile into a frown.

God speaks softly, a whisper in your ear.
Satan will roar to make sure you hear.
The still small voice is the one to believe
And blessings from on high you will receive.

So choose this day, whom you will serve.
Be very sure whose voice you've heard.
There's two reports to accept or refuse.
Choose the Lords, and you'll never lose.

Inspired by a sermon by Mary Osborne

Copyright:  Carrie Kinyon   2001

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