He puts 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 in 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 play our role

If God is dead, who's this living in my soul?

If my soul had windows, I'd leave them open

So the world could see

The ugly scars upon those hands

That bled for you and me

There's the bridge you can cross, if you will

The toll was paid on Golgotha's hill

If God is dead, who's this living in my soul?

If God is dead, who's this living in my soul?