Living in this game of chance

Driven by the wheels of circumstance

While at the hand of mercy

Balanced on a changing scale

How can life be strong

And yet so frail

What is the deeper meaning

In my feeble mind I try to find a reason

Who knows why it's hard to say



God works in mysterious ways

Never sure just what lies

Waiting 'round the corner

Feeling through this haunting maze

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

Whoa, whoa



Knowing there's a greater plan

Even still it's hard to understand

When certain fates befall me

Dealing with the lesser known

Knowing that His ways are not my own

But still I keep believing

Making sense of consequences

Hard to fathom

Looking through this holy haze



God works in mysterious ways

Black and white could surely

Clear these clouded visions

But I live in a world of grace

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways



Questions fall like

Showers of endless rain

Into oceans of the unexplained

Some day it all will be made known



I can give no rationale

Or words of wisdom

Just a cloudy paraphrase



God works in mysterious ways

State of wonder state of grace

Pieces falling into place

It's more than just an old cliche

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways



God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

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