Mitch Stephen

Welcome to the Gospel of the Prophet. Step right up. Take a second. Listen. Less is more. Be happy with what you have. God gave more than we deserved already. I came through the mud with my boots worn thin Had a little bit of faith and a whole lot of sin Had a horse in the field and a prayer in my chest Had to lose a few things just to see I was blessed I was chasing the thunder, I was blaming the rain Till the Lord put a mirror right inside of my pain Said before you point fingers, before you cast stones Look down in your spirit, boy, clean your own home So I follow the Bible And I follow the horse One teaches mercy One teaches force One says forgive them One says stand tall And both say listen Before you fall This is the Gospel of the Prophet God in the storm and hoofprints in the clay Every song got scripture in it Every scar still points the way This is the Gospel of the Prophet Love God, ride soft, let anger go Follow the horse through the hollow And you’ll find your way through the mud below Remember the commandments, the ten rules of life Don’t let pride turn your daylight into night Honor what is holy, keep your hands clean Say what you mean, don’t worship machines And the ten rules of the hollow, I learned them in rain Pressure and release, don’t add to the pain Don’t pull on the reins when the soul needs room Don’t curse the dark if you won’t light the moon Love what you’re given, don’t spit on the small A stall full of hay can be heaven after all A quiet old horse, a porch, and the sun Thank God for the memories Thank God for the fun So I follow the Bible And I follow the horse One teaches mercy One teaches force One says be humble One says be still And both say surrender To God’s will This is the Gospel of the Prophet God in the storm and hoofprints in the clay Every song got scripture in it Every scar still points the way This is the Gospel of the Prophet Love God, ride soft, let anger go Follow the horse through the hollow And you’ll find your way through the mud below Less is more. Be happy with what you have. A soft hand can move a thousand pounds. A loud mouth can lose a blessing. A hard heart can miss the whole lesson. Before you blame the world, look at yourself. Before you curse the mud, ask what it taught you. God was there in the barn. God was there in the storm. God was there when I had nothing but a horse, a prayer, and one more morning. Every verse, every song, ties back to the same God above the hollow and horses in His name Every scripture got a mirror in my life somehow Every lost road brought me standing here now I don’t need a palace, I don’t need a throne I just need the Lord and a horse headed home I just need the truth when the low end hums And a little bit of grace when the hard day comes So thank you for the memories Thank you for the ride Thank you for the laughter And the tears I tried to hide Thank you for the horses Thank you for the pain Thank you for the lessons Hidden deep inside the rain This is the Gospel of the Prophet God in the storm and hoofprints in the clay Every song got scripture in it Every scar still points the way This is the Gospel of the Prophet Love God, ride soft, let anger go Follow the horse through the hollow And you’ll find your way through the mud below Welcome to the Gospel of the Prophet. Remember: Love God. Use a soft hand. Be happy with what you have. Look to yourself before blaming someone else. The service is over. But the horse still knows the way home.