There is no God, some do say,
But, Well, I think another way,
When I view the colors of the morning sky,
So beautiful and bright, I know why,
For therein I see the hand of the Creator,
He who formed me, my Lord and Maker,
And when the sun shines bright,
It reminds me that on the throne of my heart, he sits by right.
The laughter of a child,
Footprints in the snow,
Animals tame and wild,
All point to a God that you and I can know,
So tell me the reason for your disbelief,
Are you perhaps living with grief?
“You who are burdened, come unto me, ” he did say,
“I am the truth, the life, the only way.
He is there at the door,
Waiting to save the rich and the poor,
Why not let him enter in,
He will cleanse you of your sin,
Return unto him,
Please let him in,
Believe, repent and rejoice.
And evermore hear his wonderful voice.
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