| Simply walk the Walk |
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I saw him approaching my house, Where he gently knocked on the door, I didn't have to turn the music off. For, I was playing Christian music galore. I didn't check the magazines. 'Good Old Days' was on the table. 'Field and Stream' was by the door And the Christian Network was on cable. I didn't check my appearance. I'd been up and dressed for over an hour. I didn't wonder if my house was clean. It smelled fresh as a springtime flower. It was then that I realized, You don't have to talk the talk. When you're sure you're going to Heaven, You simply walk the walk. I answered the door with confidence. You never know when the Lord will be there. But, if you simply walk the walk, You'll always have glory to share. |
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