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HE DOES



D’ya really think God listens

Whenever people pray?

D’ya think He really cares about 

The things we do each day?


Can HE hear EVERY heartache,

Our numerous  soulful cries ?

There’s scores of us way down here,

We’d ‘ppear smaller than flies.


Sure He’s only one being,

While us - billions, or more,

And He is way up yonder,

With distance, MILES galore.

         …………………….


You BEST ...... BELIEVE....... He harkens, 

He cares for EVERY need,

So do not be afraid to share,

And tell Him every plead.


Then thankful praise give to Him,

His blessings ne’er stagnate,

There’ll ALWAYS be an answer;

A ‘YES’, a ‘NO’, or ‘WAIT’.


’’Tis true, you could well have to wait,

Few days, weeks, years, to see,

Though if the timing is just right,

It could be INSTANTLY.


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