IT'S ABOUT PEOPLE

HEART BLIND
By
Flying John


So you don't believe in God you say. How foolish can you be? For one need only look about and his love you'll quickly see.

For gaze upon a meadow with it's beauty so serene. Now ask yourself this question, who but God could give us green?

Then cast your eyes to heaven. Who but God could give us blue? This gift of sky above us all, can you now see what is true ?

The quenching of cool waters, the gift of daily bread, what fool could call these accidents. Is that what's in your head?

Then what of laughing children, and the wonder in their eyes. Are these things mere coincidence, this magic in our lives?

For one thing is for certain, God will always grant your wish. So choose that he not be there, and for you he shant exist.

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