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~18 Inches~

by mike-hauser

Sunday's find you sitting in the pew Listening to the words being said Catching a few as they're thrown at you But most blowing over your head It's not like you haven't heard them before After all you've been here for years You know most of the hymns as you hum along Even a couple might bring a slight tear Back in the car, Bible back on the dash On the go as your running late You'll dust it off next time in the Church lot It's not like during the week you share your faith Cause it's all in your head but not in your heart Just a few short 18 inches away Don't be the one to miss out on the love Between those 18 inches today Next time your in Church, take in the word Breath in deep the truth being shared For it's inside the heart that God does his best work A soft heart's more pliable than a hard head God speaks something new to you daily It's your job to listen with a wanting soul Though it's easier to say than be done I'm afraid But listen closely cause God wants you to know Don't give dust a chance to settle on your Bible And the wear it gets shouldn't be from the sun But with you turning the page as you study each day Able to share the Good News with everyone Cause it shouldn't be all in your head but also your heart Which is just 18 inches away Please don't be the one to miss out on the love Of those 18 inches today
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Jan 19, 2014
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