You say you don’t believe in miracles,
that everything is a science,
You leave everything to time and chance.
You say there isn’t a God,
that man is god of themselves,
You live for yourself alone.
What about the dead man who lives?
Story upon story about people,
People who according to science should be dead,
How can science explain what existed before time?
Before science even existed.
How come thousands have died,
because they took my side of this fight?
Why would they give their life for this “myth”
Thousands of years,
Thousands of People,
all un-explained by science.
But it can be explained.
Explained by the one thing man is afraid of.
There is a God.
I, for one, am extremely glad there a God. Otherwise, my entire life would be wasted and there would be no point to living.
I think you should have a colon in the last line after “of”. Just have to make my grammar remarks! But oh, so true.
It takes more faith to believe that a miracle was wrought by incredibly improbable purely “natural” means–than to believe the most “natural” explanation–that a supernatural God is actively involved with humanity.
Yet like cockroaches running from the light, the world flees from God. They fear for their existence–and rightly so, for when sinners are exposed in the light, they will be destroyed. What they fail to realize is that the destruction of their cockroachishness is the first step in the remaking of a cockroach into a son.