When nothing goes our way,
When everything seems bad
The Lord we tend to blame
For problems that we’ve had.
We cry: “Where has he been,
When we would ask for help?”
When making every sin
We take the road to hell.
We want to change the world,
To make it clean and bright.
Instead we’d better hold
The hands of men beside.
So, when you stretch your hand
To catch a drowning guy
You’ll see the world’s been changed
By someone from the sky.