He put flowers on the hills, your cup he gladly fills
How can you turn around and say God is dead
But when your stories have all been told
There's one thing I'd like to know
If God is dead who's this living for my soul?
He gives us shelter from life's stormy weather
Gives us love to keep us together
When life gets like a ship on a raging sea
And when the stage of life grows cold
Somebody helps us to play our role
If God is dead who's this living for my soul?
If my soul had windows I'd leave them open
So the world could see the ugly scars
Upon those hands that cleft for you and me
There's the bridge you can cross if you will
The toll was paid on Golgota's hill
If God is dead who's this living for my soul?
If God is dead who's this living for my soul?
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