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If there were no God...

Imagine a life without God, can you? Is there even a life without God? One of my favorite acapella songs sung by an acapella group named 'acapella' (it's their real name) talked about what a life without God would look like and it goes thus:

If there were no God there would be no music
There would be no dream to be dreaming of
What a dreadful thought of an empty future
If there were no God there would be no love
If there were no God there would be no children
There would be no joy to relieve our tears
Not a tender hand to provide us comfort
No consoling heart to subdue our fears
If there were no God there would be no sunshine
There would be no rain to refresh the earth
There would be no jewels to display their value
There would be no thought of enduring words
If there were no God there'd be no creation
There would be no light there would be no breath
No surpassing joy nothing in existence
If there were no God all would be death.

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Paul Newton said…
If there were no God there will be no you and me....there will be no article, no blog, no views, no comment.
There is will be no earth...the earth will look be without form n void.
1:57 am, August 25, 2015
Odusola Aanuoluwapo said…
I can't even imagine what it'd be like, I won't even exist enough to imagine. Thank You Paul.m
11:01 am, August 25, 2015
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