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