(If God is dead who's this living for my soul)
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He put flowers on the hills your cup he gladly fills
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How can you turn around and say God is dead
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But when your stories have all been told there's one thing I'd like to know
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If God is dead who's this living for my soul
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He gives us shelter from life's stormy weather gives us love to keep us together
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Oh hen life gets like a ship on a raging sea
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And when the stage of life grows cold somebody helps us to play our role
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If God is dead who's this living for my soul
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If my soul had windows I'd leave them open so the world could see
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Those ugly scars upon the hands that cleft for you and me
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There's the bridge you can cross if you will the toll was paid on Golgota's hill
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If God is dead who's this living for my soul
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If God is dead who's this living for my soul
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If God Is Dead (who's This Living For My Soul)
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| Connie Smith |
