The God of all Mystery

Who could know the mind of the Lord,

Who could bring him insight?

Who could sing to Him a chord

The God of music didn’t write?

The weatherman speaks through gritted teeth,

Predicting God, the unbeknown.

While Ahab hunts the Whale ‘neath

The swelling billows, the fishy throne.

Of all, I cannot comprehend

Is why all Justice and all Peace

Who knows my ills from end to end

Would evermore his grace increase. 

Now, wherefore once I might have fell

Mighty king has stayed my ground, 

And wherefore once no grace did tell

Grace has lost souls of sinners found.