Thy Will Be Done

No sorrow or pain is exempt from your gaze Is it true that you move in mysterious ways? Existing beyond your celestial design Our Father, deserter, divine Blind heathens burn as we drift round the sun Salvation is earned only Thy will be done All children must learn we must conjecture as one My will is Thine still and Thy will be done Your children are many, do you count those that fell As they slip through your fingers and descend into Hell? It's what must transpire, it's just part of your plan For the baby is born already damned Blind heathens burn as we drift round the sun Salvation is earned only Thy will be done All children must learn we must conjecture as one My will is Thine still and Thy will be done Thy will be done We serve as one As Earth is spun Around the sun Your son Creator on high, is there more that you want From the souls you forsook on the rock that we haunt? Some look heavenward for a sign of your grace But I look below, I know my place Blind heathens burn as we drift round the sun Salvation is earned only Thy will be done All children must learn we must conjecture as one My will is Thine still and Thy will be done My will is Thine Salvation is earned Thy will be done