Is this the strange feeling

Of You working all the good

'Cause I am so confused

I don't even ask for what I should



When I ask for and deserved a stone

You broke and gave Your body as bread

And even the stone that dropped down and rolled away

Spoke of the One who bled



There You go working good from my bad

There You go making robes from my rags

There You go melting crowns from my calves

There You go working good of all I have

Till all I have's not that bad



When I asked for and deserved a serpent

You gave a net full of fish

And even the serpent that told the lie

When lifted high fortold the gift



For You loved the unlovable

That You gave the ineffable

That who so believes the unbelievable

Will gain the unattainable