My God is no stranger...
but I know how I feel,
It's people like you
Who make hime "so real"
My God is no stranger,
He's friendly and gay
And he doesn't ask me
to weep when I pray,
It seems that I pass Him
so often each day
In the faces of people
I meet on the way.
He's the stars in Heaven,
A smile on some face
A leaf on a tree
Or a rose in a vase.
He's Winter and autumn
and Summer and Spring,
And short, God is every
real, wonderful thing.
I wish I might mee him
much more than I do,
I would if there were
more people like you.
I have never seen God,
