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 oceans dry.

Then just to make things really tough and put the pressure 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 more 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 God, to whom all things we owe.

We don’t care who we hurt to gain the things we like;

But what a mess we’d all be in, if God should go on strike.