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THINK, SAY, DO.

If I say God doesn't exist,

what do I say about gravity?

If I say God is a chancer,

what do I say about Satan's villainy?

If I say God is mute,

have I thought of my ears being waxy?

If I say God hides behind the clouds,

have I thought of man-made works causing obscurity?

If I say God inflicts sufferings,

have I thought of His Son's poignancy?

If I say God has no power,

have I thought of my breathing faculty?

If I say He's just ordinary,

let me try to breathe life into a dummy.

If I say He doesn't see me,

let me plant a seed in secret and wait for corollary

If I say He doesn't hear me,

let me wait for Him to answer my query.

If I say He can't fight for me,

let me throw to Him my adversity.

If I say Be doesn't love me,

let me think of how His son came as an helpless baby

If I say He's never coming back,

let me think of why He first left His glory.

Let me think of the cost.

Is it all in vain?

No one can estimate the power of the cross.

For there lies our unmerited gain.

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