How is it that God above Has never gone on strike
Because he was not treated fair In things He didn’t like.

If only once He’d given up, And said, ‘That’s it, I’m through!
I’ve had enough of those on earth, So this is what I’ll do;

I’ll give my orders to the sun -‘Cut off the heat supply!’
And to the moon – ‘Give no more Light, and run the ocean dry.’

Then just to make things really tough And put the pressures on,
‘Turn off the vital oxygen Till every breath is gone!’

You know, He would be justified If fairness was the game.
For no one has been abused Or met with more disdain

Than God, any yet He carries on Supplying you and me
With all the favors of His grace And everything for free.

Men say they want a better deal And so on strike they go.
But what a deal we’ve given To God to whom all things we owe.

We don’t care whom we hurt To gain the things we like.
But what a mess we’d all be in If God should go on strike!!