Mysterious Ways Kim Hill

Living in this game of chance
Driven by the wheels of circumstance
While at the hand of mercy
Balanced on a changing scale
How can life be strong and yet so frail?
What is the deeper meaning?

In my feeble mind
I try to find the reason
Who knows why, it's hard to say
God works in mysterious ways
Never sure just what lies
Waiting 'round the corner
Weaving through this haunting maze
God works in mysterious ways
God works in mysterious ways, whoa-whoa...

Knowing there's a greater plan
Even still it's hard to understand
When certain fates befall me
Dealing with the lesser known
Learning that His ways are not my own
But still I keep believing

Making sense of consequence
Is hard to fathom
Looking through this holy haze
God works in mysterious ways
Black and white could surely clear
These clouded visions
But I live in a world of greys
So God works in mysterious ways
God works in mysterious ways