He put flowers on the hills your cup he gladly fills How can you turn around and say God is dead But when your stories have all been told there's one thing I'd like to know If God is dead who's this living in my soul He gives us shelter from life's stormy weather gives us love to keep us together Oh when life gets like a ship on a raging sea And when the stage of life grows cold somebody helps us to play our role If God is dead who's this living in my soul If my soul had windows I'd leave them open so the world could see Those ugly scars upon the hands that bled for you and me There's the bridge you can cross if you will the toll was paid on Golgotha's hill If God is dead who's this living in my soul If God is dead who's this living in my soul