Gods Alive and Well

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."