What If?

What if it is all just a drama mere,

Staged by You down on Earth here,

And every place else there is, too,

A game being played out by You,

And all events, every single act,

Are done by none but You, in fact,

So we accept it all as just Your will,

Won’t our hearts only then be still,

And only then can we calmly face

All we’re given, praise or disgrace,

Or whatever else that’s sent our way,

Knowing it's but a part of Your play?