He may not be MY God.
But he is somebody's God.

He is the God of the song.

Ecoutez!' And she lifted her head and sang: 'Brahma! Dieu des croyants! Maitre des cites saintes!' with her beautiful brow illumined, and a passion of religious fervour which thrilled one's soul.

It was a lesson I never forgot.

I can honestly say I have never sung a song tamely, since." "Fine!" said Garth Dalmain.