[Intro | sound effect: distant church bells and city rain] Yeah… listen close… Can you hear it over the noise? [Verse 1] They askin', "Do you hear Jesus in the pulpit, in the prophet, in the teacher's word?" Or is it just a Sunday rhythm, just a pretty song you've heard? The apostle lays the foundation, the prophet brings the fire, The evangelist cries "Repent!", the pastor feeds the desire. The teacher breaks it down, line by line, truth from lie… But are you really listening, or just noddin' with your eyes? [Pre-Chorus] It's so easy to convince yourself you're tuned in, you're aware… But the fruit on your life is tellin' a different story out there. So check the posture, check the stance—are you movin' or just standin'? [Chorus] My sheep hear My voice… and they follow Me. My sheep hear My voice… and they follow Me. No ambiguity, no in-between—it's hear and follow, not just hear and dream. My sheep hear My voice… and they follow Me. [Verse 2] Where do you hear it? In the whisper after prayer when the room is dead silent? In the conviction hit you sideways when nobody's watchin' you, violent? In the Word that cuts like a scalpel, in the brother who speaks the hard truth? In the sister's tears on the prayer line, in the struggle of your youth? How do you hear it? With eyes wide open? With a heart soft enough to bleed? With a posture bent low—not in religion, but in rebellion against your own creed? [Bridge] Don't just sing the songs, don't just raise your hands high… If you're His, then the proof is in the follow-through, not the Sunday disguise. The fruit tells the truth—not your title, not your likes, not your perfect Sunday smile. So drop the act, quiet the noise, and ask yourself right now: Am I hearing… or am I following? [Final Chorus | sound effect: subtle choir swell] My sheep hear My voice… and they follow Me. My sheep hear My voice… and they follow Me. No ambiguity, no in-between—it's hear and follow, not just hear and dream. My sheep hear My voice… and they follow Me. (Yeah… follow Me…) [Outro | sound effect: city rain returns, distant bells fade] Either you're in the fold… Or you're just wanderin'… Choose the voice that leads to life… Follow…
