Oh Dear Atheist

If there is no God above us,
Then there is no one to love us.
If God never sent down His Son,
Then we can't turn to anyone.

If this cold life is all there is,
Then all we can ask is, "Where is
The pattern, the purpose, and the rhyme,
The poetry of our brief mortal time?"

You don't believe in God,
But He believes in you.
You might find that odd,
But I swear it's true.

If everlasting love can't be,
Then why are you still here with me?
If nothing lasts, then why create,
When art and beauty both decay?

If there is no life after death,
What's the point of another breath?
You can die now, or you can die later,
If there's no skyward escalator.

Oh, dear atheist,
Have you never ever been kissed
By the sweet morning sun
When each new day's just begun?

Oh, dear atheist,
You won't know what you've missed
Till that last roll call's penned,
And you're marked absent.

You don't believe in God,
But He believes in you.
You might find that odd,
But I swear it's true.

This sermon might not amount
To more than a hell of beans,
But it's the one that counts -
It's the way and means.

If there is no life after death,
Then what's the point of another breath?
Dying now's the same as later,
If there's no skyward escalator.

You don't believe in God,
But He believes in you.
You might find that odd,
But I swear it's true.