God is in your heart

Verse 1

God is not a picture on a wall, not fear of someone else’s sentence,
He only lives inside the one who loves for real, not for appearance.
If your heart is just a desert, it’s no temple, light a million flames,
Love don’t need no evidence — it’s either there or you’re not the same.
Time is moving like a train with no stations and no way back,
There’s no reason looking backwards — the past won’t heal, it just attacks.
We look behind us when we’re scared to step ahead and take the height,
But life don’t pause or wait for us, it writes the script right now, tonight.

Hook

Time is sand, running through your hands and falling down,
Every second — step ahead or pain that keeps you on the ground.
God is love, He doesn’t live in words, He lives in acts,
If you don’t create — you’re walking dust, somebody else’s ash.

Verse 2

We didn’t come to burn the bridges that were built before our days,
We came to walk it further, strengthen roots and leave our trace.
Breaking things is always easy, that’s the language of the weak,
Creation needs a quiet courage and a fearless inner peak.
Time flows like water through your fingers, sand in shattered glass,
You either build it right now or dissolve inside the mass.
Belief in self is not illusion, not a sugar-coated lie,
Don’t build dreams made of mistakes that lead you back into the trap.
God lives in every one of us, no matter faith or holy names,
Too many puppet masters wrote the ancient rules and chains —
It’s your choice: to kill, to love, to trust, but hear this truth instead:
Self-deception is the doorway — and it always leads to hell.

Hook

Time is sand, you’ll never gather what already passed,
Every choice leaves fingerprints, even clumsy steps will last.
God is love, He lives in beating hearts, not empty chants,
If you don’t create — you’re only wasting every chance.

Verse 3

The thought that you’re controlled is just a shield for every fall,
It’s easier to blame the system than to own it all.
Freedom starts the moment you stop asking for a sign,
When fear no longer drives your moves and turns to discipline and spine.
No one’s pulling strings unless you handed over control,
Manipulation works where there is emptiness and holes.
True power isn’t screaming, war, or cities turned to dust,
It’s loving, building, moving forward — even slow, even in rust.