I 'sense' God in everything around me.
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God Is Real
Sandra S. Corona

Who made the stars, hung them to shine
upon this place, your home and mine?
Can’t you feel His arms around you?
All things that are good, He made too.
Open your heart and let Him through.
As real as the rain
pure as pristine snow—
when He takes your rein,
all these things you’ll know …
God is real.

Who made the meadows, lush and green,
created air that can turn mean?
There’s the warmth of dirt underfoot—
can you believe man from ‘it’ root.
To ‘it’ we’ll return, decayed soot.
As real as the sun
that gives Earth its’ light.
As real as the Son
who suffered our blights …
God is real.

Who gave us freewill, let us choose?
We have a right to live or ooze.
He opened our hearts, let us see
paradise and His majesty …
where we can spend eternity.
Pretense or for real
there will come a time
books open, unseal
one name will be mine …
God is real.