When God Is Dead

When God Is Dead

There are some of us who say

Their foolish hearts without a care

In beds of sleep, all would lay

Their souls would keep to live on here 

The breath of life we've all been given

Kept us living in sleep or wide awake

These forms of clay would be forgiven

That which kept us, now you take

Creatures of thy hand now demand

They point to the source of it all

From watery depths came dry land 

Joyfully we can hear them recall

Oh vain and foolish hearts who would dare

If the very life we have been given to speak

Return from where it came, and not here

Reminds us of a place some would care not meet

Some on another day here or far away

Got up one fine morning, didn't wake themselves

Just knew they were here, to take on another day

In all this another day smiles, points to another than itself