| I said |
| «God, I do not understand this world |
| Everything is dying and broken |
| Why do I see nothing but suffering? |
| God, I’m asking could this be Your plan? |
| Sin has taken hold of this whole land |
| Will You not say anything else to me?" |
| He said |
| «Where were You the day that I measured |
| Sunk the base and stretched the line over |
| All the earth and carved out it’s cornerstone? |
| Where were You the day that I spoke and |
| Told the sun to split the night open |
| Called the morning dawn with its light to show? |
| Who shut in the ocean with stone doors |
| Marked the reach of tides on those new shores |
| On the day the waves rose and first broke forth? |
| Have you seen the springs of that great sea |
| Walked the caverns carved in the black deep |
| Through the gates of darkness there on its floor? |
| Have you seen the armory I hold? |
| Snow and hail are stacked up in silos |
| For the times of trouble and war and strife |
| Can you raise your voice to the storm cloud? |
| Would the thunder answer and ring out? |
| Does the lightning ask you where it should strike? |
| Who has cleft a channel for torrents |
| Rain to sprout the desert with forests |
| In the wilderness that My hand has filled? |
| Can you hunt the prey for young lions |
| Can you loose the chords of Orion |
| Is this whole world bending beneath your will?» |
| I spoke of things I did not understand |
| Things too wonderful for me |
| Although I had no right to ask |
| My God knelt and answered me |