Why, I wonder, have You put us here, On Your Earth, for a short time mere. Maybe it’s a game You make us play, Other than this, what can one say? It’s You who decide, You who decree, And for us it’s only to meekly agree. We can’t say ‘No’, we just can’t refuse, Perhaps all we can do is simply muse About the reason You've put us here. Isn’t that so, won’t You tell me, Dear? Maybe what’s true we just can’t know Until from here You'll make us go.

We each are here for an allotted span, So, let’s do as much good as we can. It’s just for a short while we're here, Let’s love as much as we can, my dear. No purpose can there be more grand, This I'm sure you'll well understand. Now that I’ve said what I had to say, Come, let’s love and do good today!

Wherever we turn, all that we see, Whatever around us that may be, The beings and things we behold, All these from Yourself You unfold, Each separate, by itself, we presume, But it’s You who these forms assume. Who can fathom this strange display? Maybe it’s just a drama, Your way of play.

All that on us might befall, It’s You who alone does it all. We’re puppets for Your play, Being made to do just as You say As here we spend our allotted time, Not sure for what reason or rhyme.