God ain't Dead,He's Ahead.

In the silence of a whispered night, Where stars weave tales of their ancient might, I bring forth words that carry weight, A lyrical journey, a powerful state.

Verse by verse, in cadence pure, These words of wisdom shall endure. Like rivers flowing, melodies strong, Each line a hymn, where hearts belong.

In the tapestry of life they're sewn, In every breath, in every tone. A symphony of truths untold, In each stanza, a story to behold.

So lend an ear to this poetic art, Let the verses stir your very heart. For in their rhythm, in their rhyme, Resides a wisdom that transcends time.

Let these lyrical words, in eloquence dressed, Guide you through life's varied quest. In each verse, a beacon bright, Leading you toward wisdom's light.

(Verse 1)
Lost in this sunset, under skies of flame,
I ride through the darkness, telling the red brick game.
Faith in my brethren, my crew by my side,
Gunning for survival, in this wild western ride.
Blood on my hands, sins on my soul,
Rising from shadows, aiming for my goal.
My body, my temple, my shrine in the sand,
My past fades away, ain't no holy command.

Chorus)
Blood flows like rivers, in this barren land,
No time for sorrow, no future, no plan.
Who can you trust, in this lawless domain?
Where greed and corruption fuel this wild terrain.
Is God alive or has He met His end?
In this cowboy gangster life, where the rules bend.

Verse 2)
Ashes to ashes, no salvation for the soul,
In this world where devils aim to take their toll.
Who holds the truth, in this world so unkind,
Where darkness meets light, in the back of your mind.
I watch as the rain paints this town all red,
Pass me the liquor, skip the holy bread.
These thoughts in my head, they won't let me rest,
God ain't dead, that's a gangster's jest.

Chorus)
No escape, nowhere to flee or to hide,
Wonder if we'll meet on the other side.
Is the Good Book truth or just lies widespread?
Or a fairy tale ending where God's stone-cold dead?

Bridge)
In this outlaw's code, until my final breath,
I'll switch realities, dealing with life and death.
I walk with both God and the Devil in sight,
From darkness, some day, will come our light.

Outro)
Voices in my skull say God's met His end,
But I see the signs, He ain't just pretend.
Blood spills, rain turns this desert ground red,
In this cowboy's creed, God ain't dead, He's ahead.

Poem saying God ain't dead

In the hush of dusk, 'midst whispers and dread, The doubters proclaim, "God's met His end." Yet in every heartbeat, in each whispered prayer, His presence lingers, vivid and clear.

In the ebb and flow of life's ceaseless race, In the quiet corners, in boundless space, God breathes in the wind, in every sunrise hue, In every soul's journey, His love breaks through.

In the depth of despair, where shadows reside, His light pierces through, unyielding, untried. In the broken, the lost, where hope seems to wane, His grace mends the cracks, His love leaves its stain.

For in the symphony of life's chaotic spree, His melody plays on, enduring, free. In the laughter, the tears, in each story unsaid, Resounds the anthem: "Our God's not dead!"

His canvas of wonders, painted in the sky, Whispers the truth, that He'll never die. In the dance of the stars, the ocean's swell, His existence, unshaken, eternally will dwell.

So let doubters doubt, let cynics debate, In the heart's true haven, He's never late. For in every heartbeat, in each breath we take, Lives the testament: God's alive, awake.

In the tenderness of a newborn's cry, In the aged wisdom gleaming in an elder's eye, In the kindness shared, in the love unfurled, God's presence, undying, embraces the world.

Amidst the chaos, the trials we tread, Remember this truth: our God's not dead. In the symphony of life, in each story we tell, Resounds the eternal chorus: "God is alive and well."

Red Bricks Bob