Frequently I get asked, "You say you believe in god?
       There’s no evidence that he lives. Your foolish belief is a pseud."
They say, "Show me the evidence that proves he lives
       and I’ll show you he doesn’t from the evidence science gives.
I’ll prove to you that the belief in god is merely an ancient tradition,
       based on weak minded people who believe in foolish superstition."
I guess because they don’t see the proof of God’s intervention,
       they choose to deny the glaring manifest of His creation.
I don’t understand because the evidence He lives is clear and logical.
       But because I’m willing to learn, I listen to the ideas they think possible.

I’ve listened to the technical data they give to prove their scientific clues.
       I’ve listened to the scientists they’ve quoted, saying we’re the cousins of baboons.
It’s all very interesting but it leaves too many questions floating about.
       Like where did the organization come from that is in the universe throughout?
The scientists admit the organization but excuse it as being just coincidence.
       But how can organization be dismissed by he who believes in evidence?
Everything man has invented is filled with masterful organizational skills.
       Yet, the human is the most complex of all and they think we evolved ourselves.
Science is based on opinion and data derived from modern instruments and technology.
       Instruments, together with calculators, producing the theory of man’s chronology.
But I know that in a court of law, they’d have to admit that their idea is just a theory.
       Not based on proof, but accepted ideas, which should really make them leery.

The Bible, on the other hand, is four-thousand years of eyewitness accounts
       of God’s dealings with man and teachings like the Sermon on the Mount.
It’s full of testimonies from people having nothing to gain but an untimely end,
       giving all to tell of a God with whom for eternity they wanted to spend.
They’ll ask if I’ve seen the mess the world is in; if I’ve talked with God face to face.
       "No," I’ll say, "I haven’t seen God and yes, I’ve looked over the human race."
I’ve seen the suffering brought on by man. I’ve seen the innocent break down and cry.
       I’ve seen the misery that is out there and I’ve watched people needlessly die.
But I’ve also seen the many wonders of someone just barely out of sight.
       Someone who I can tell loves us and who encourages us to choose the right.
And though I’ve never seen a miracle as grand as the parting of the Red Sea,
       I have seen many little miracles in my life; more than you’d ever believe.

I’ve also seen people in agony, crying and begging for relief from their strife,
       devastated and searching for help and then find the one who gave them life.
I’ve looked into the eyes of the dying and I’ve seen them realize their fate.
       I’ve even seen the look on their face as they fight for the breath they take.
I’ve seen the peaceful look on the believers and the hopeful look on the non,
       grasping the hope that death is not their end ...but instead a new dawn.
I’ve seen them forget all they’ve learned and hold onto a little flame inside.
       One that tells them there is a God above and for them, a Savior has died.
The evidence that He lives is overwhelming. There’s no question in my mind.
       No, I haven’t seen the face of God ...but I’ve seen His hand many a time.