God Your Ways

God your ways 

Are really very strange 

I wonder how things

In life you arrange

Here it’s dry 

There it's rain

For some life is pleasure

for some it’s pain

Whatever we’re given

We cannot exchange.

God you ways 

Are really very strange.

I wonder how things

In life you arrange

We are just puppets 

In your playful hands 

You move where you wish 

By pulling our strands

For fun you have puppets 

In such a wide range

God your ways 

Are really very strange 

I wonder how thing 

In life you arrange.