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Back in the ‘70’s there was a rumor that God was dead. Everywhere I looked, I saw bumper stickers that read, GOD IS DEAD. I thought, well, maybe their God is dead but mine isn’t. So I wrote this poem. I hope you like it.
GOD IS NOT DEAD God is not dead for I can see His face in all humanity, In each tender, loving deed, In each color, race and creed. In the twinkle of a starry night, In the wings of a bird, taking flight. In a blade of grass, the mighty sea, I see His face looking back at me.
God is not dead for I can hear, His gentle voice so soft and clear In the lilting laughter of a child, In drops of rain that fall so mild. In the soft flutter of butterfly wings The thunder roll a summer storm brings. In the quiet buzzing of a bee He sings His song of love to me.
God is not dead for I can feel His tender touch that soothes and heals, In the offering of a strangers hand, In the love we give our fellowman. When I feel the petal of a rose The wind on my face as it blows, A kiss on the cheek my baby gives, These things tell me, my God lives.
God is not dead , this I know He lives within our very soul. God is not dead for I can see Visions of ; immortality. By Lora Cox ©May 1970
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