Tune: God moves in a mysterious way…

     Why do you stubbornly defy
my God, dear atheist?
Why do you trust the stupid lie
that He does not exist?

The starry sky should make you think,
"Maybe He after all
is that creative, unseen "link"
I, too, my God may call?"

Or look in daylight at the field
and take a quiet break,
ask as you to its flowers yield,
"Who can such wonders make?"

At springtime praises in the air
the little birds provide,
yes, in their singing God is there,
yet scorned in all your pride!

He once stepped into our earth
as Savior in the One
you just may count of little worth,
yet He is Christ, God´s Son!

Sept. 8, 2013 - –jn