I won't listen to a thing you say,
I don't want to hear a word.
I talked to Him just yesterday.
If you could have only heard.
He spoke so warm and tender,
I clung to every word.
He spoke of our tomorrows
And told me not to fear.
He told me not to worry,
That all things come to pass.
And that todays make our tomorrows
From this moment to our last.
How can you say my God is dead!
How can you lie to me!
I talk to Him each morning and
Before I go to bed.
He is my whole existence,
He makes my every day.
You can talk to Him this moment.
Just go to Him and pray.

By Laury Kendall