Man if you're thinking that my God
Is hanging on a cross
Just like a dead symbol of something that has gone
Oh! No! I'm sorry but you're wrong
And if you're thinking that my God
Felt tired and went back home
To sit and rest alone
And he will never come back
Too bad! Cause you're wrong again
Yes he lives and shines much more than a summer's day
And one day you'll see from the clouds
He will be back again
Someday he'll come again, like a lightning, yeah!
Right above my head, from the clouds, yeah! Oh, yeah!
