Our Testimony

Christ has no hands but our hands
To do His work today;
He has no feet but our feet
To lead men in His way;
He has no tongue but our tongues
To tell men how He died;
He has no help but our help
To bring them to His side.

We are the only Bible
The careless world will read,
We are the sinner’s gospel,
We are the scoffer’s creed;
We are the Lord’s last message,
Given in deed and word;
What if our ‘type’ is crooked?
What if our ‘print’ is blurred?

What if our hands are busy
With other work than His?
What if our feet are walking
Where’s sin’s allurement is?
What if our tongues are speaking
Of things His lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help Him
And others to Him turn?

Written by Annie Flint