Title: God Doesn't Listen To The Odds
Artist: The Simpson Family
Verse 1
Every morning before his plow touches dirt
He stops in at the alter
Of the mount Zion church
It would take a week of hard rain
to save his land
And with zero chance in the forecast
He folds his cracked hands
Might seem impossible
But still he asks
Chorus
God doesn't listen to the odds
He made the streets where angles trod
When the facts come up stacked against us
He ain't concerned with circumstances
He's bigger than all that
He loves it when we ask
And he hears every prayer from every heart
Oh but God doesn't listen to the odds
Verse 2
He remembers that evening
Doc Bailey shook his head
She won't make it through the night
Son I did my best
That was 47 years last Tuesday
She's still by his side today
So that old farmer knows what can happen when you pray
Cause he's watched mountains move
What's a little rain
Chorus
God doesn't listen to the odds
He made the streets where angles trod
When the facts come up stacked against us
He ain't concerned with circumstances
He's bigger than all that
He loves it when we ask
And he hears every prayer from every heart
Oh but God doesn't listen to the odds
Bridge
He sits down on the front pew
Waiting on the sound
Of that hallelujah, leaking tin roof rain coming down
Chorus
God doesn't listen to the odds
He made the streets where angles trod
When the facts come up stacked against us
He ain't concerned with circumstances
He's bigger than all that
He loves it when we ask
And he hears every prayer from every heart
Oh but God ohh doesn't listen to the odds
Ohh
Lyrics Submitted by Natalie Diane Armstrong