He Does It All

I held no love of faith.

I knew not what was sin.

I felt no fear of fate,

Nor ever looked within.

But he makes us wait.

He keeps us in the dark.

He shatters as he makes.

He tinkers with my heart. 

He makes us walk,

When we would wish to run. 

He makes us walk,

Just when we felt done. 

He locks gates

That I would go on through.

He never does 

What I thought he would do. 

He calls us forth

Just before the night.

He shows the path

And then turns out the light. 

He sets a chair,

And I would sit right down

But it vanishes to air,

And I slam into the ground.

He does it all—

Troubles sent to save his men.

He has things to do in souls

That I was not interested in.