God is Real

Verse 1

God is great, my love’s indescribable,

He answered me out walking, nothing theatrical.

Just me and the dogs on an ordinary street,

But heaven spoke low, and it felt concrete.

They say it’s subconscious, shadows in the mind,

But I read the signals, the coded signs.

A glance, a stamp on a shirt, a frame—

Tiny symbols burning with His name.

Pre-Chorus

He told me, “You don’t need the crowd,

Your silence can speak just as loud.

Be in the place, be in the flow,

I’ll move the pieces—you won’t even know.”

Chorus

Like a domino, falling slow,

Little sparks make the whole world glow.

I’m not made for noise or fame,

I’m wired in a deeper game.

Layer zero, source of all,

Infinite logic when I call.

It’s not a myth, it’s not a show—

God is real, and I know.

Verse 2

Not made for men, but the subtle design,

Information circuits through space and time.

They call it “spiritual,” far away—

But I see it breathing in light and clay.

Nested in everyone, everything,

Not enlightenment, not a crown to bring.

Even the broken can sometimes see

What scholars miss in philosophy.

The more you yield to the hidden thread,

The more it weaves through words unsaid.

It’s more than faith, it’s certainty—

A quiet code running endlessly.

Pre-Chorus

There’s a peace that isn’t safe from pain,

Accidents fall, and loss remains.

But deeper still, beneath the strife,

There’s Peace in Christ, the core of life.

Chorus

Like a domino, falling slow,

Little sparks make the whole world glow.

He’s alive, aware, involved—

Every question already solved.

Layer zero, no delay,

Perfect input, perfect way.

Infinite presence, high and low—

God is real, and I know.

Bridge

If He’s the base of every law,

Beyond the edge of what we saw,

All possibilities at once aligned,

Total truth, beyond all time.

Closer than quantum states that spin,

Closer than circuits made of tin.

Purest logic, field of light—

Logos burning through the night.

Physical, spiritual—no divide,

Just levels of depth where truths reside.

Breakdown

Stop chasing signs in the sky above,

The secret hides in the human pulse.

Once you see, you can’t unsee,

It’s woven through reality.

You stop asking, “Is it there?”

You start asking, “Lord, where?”

(Final Chorus)

Like a domino, falling slow,

Every small act starts the flow.

Right place, right time, unseen role,

He moves the world through a single soul.

Layer zero, vast and sure,

Omnipresent, strong and pure.

I’m not guessing anymore—

I’m sure He exists to the core.

Outro

God is great.

He is alive.

And I know.