Would He, would He have spared us all if He'd been more kind

Most never find what they need

Plagued by free will they watch their spirits die

You call this design?

But does a man's confusion

Prove there's a contradiction? It may to that one

It's caused so much commotion

Cause no ones found a good solution, could there not be one?

Creation seems like God's game to keep himself amused

We tend to loose our patience

We think an explanation's overdue

But who would that soothe?

So in our irritation

We assume revelation has been given to none

And divine inspiration is gone out on a prolonged vacation

With faith from when we were young

We're here and we wait for love from anyone

But we can't see Him

Most of us, we just close our eyes

Cause we think he died in our learning

Could it be, He's been here all along

But our hearts were wrong to receive Him

Could it be He waits with open arms

Until we open ours and believe Him