Mysterious Ways - Kim Hill

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 the reason

Who knows why, it’s hard to say

God works in mysterious ways

Never sure just what lies

Waiting 'round the corner

Weaving 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

Learning that His ways are not my own

But still I keep believing

Making sense of consequence

Is 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 greys

So God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

Questions fall like showers of endless rain

Into oceans of the unexplained

But someday, it all will be made known

I can give no rationale

Or words of wisdom

Just a cloudy paraphrase

God works on mysterious ways

State of wonder, state of grace

Pieces falling into place

It’s more than just an old cliché

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways

God works in mysterious ways…