Some people say
I don't believe
In a god above
They can't perceive

They have never seen him
Or heard him speak
They scoff at believers
Consider them weak

They ask for evidence
To show he's there
Doubt why he would love us
Or even care

They say they've prayed
When things got tough
But he never heard
So they had enough

They then believe
When we die that's it
As a loving god
Doesn't seem to fit

Into this world
We dwell within
With hardened hearts
Their life is grim

My answer is ~then this perceive

His presence is transparent


Like the air we breathe