The God Strike

How is it that God above

Has never gone on strike

Because he was not treated fair

In the things he didn’t like?

If only once he’d given up

And said “that’s it am through”

I’ve had enough of those on earth

So this is what I will do

I will give my orders to the sun

Cut off the supply!

And to the moon give no more light

And run the ocean dry

Then just to make things really tough

And put the pressure on

Turn off all the vital oxygen

Till every breadth 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 and yet he carries on

Supplying you and me

With all the favours 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