As you walk down the streets of
Life you will meet many just like me.
We are surviving only by the grace of
God, on this rugged road.
You are trying to block my path,
But my friend you won't succeed.
I know that God is not dead.
My God is not dead.
While you are digging my pit
My friend, why don't you dig two.
For the Lord's saying is true,
The bad things that you wish for me,
They will surely happen to you.
As the river rushes to the sea,
I believe that God will take care of me,
For god is not dead. My God is not Dead.
William Layton Nelson
William at theforestman.com
