I've never heard the church bells ring
I've never seen the choir sing
I've never touched the leather book
And yet still for a God I look

The power to create and act
To build in stone, record in fact
Are not the ways of a Supreme
But only people I have seen

Still, the conscience question lingers
Sometimes the mind sees guiding fingers
Or hears a voice that's not it's own
And wants to think it's not alone

But I've heard the chords and bars
I've seen the mountains and the stars
I've felt the rain roll off my skin
I know I know it isn't Him