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