Look up to the sky
Cannot help but wonder why
Is going on – all this killing?
Sometimes to survive, but always to impose against the will
Of someone else, or so it seems from where I stand
I want to understand the hand of God
Don’t fob me off with some talk of fallen-devious-envious souls
Desire to know disposition of God
If not a blade of grass moves – then where’s the love? See
I seek to understand the plan of God
If he created this place, then surely ev’rything perfect?