You Brought Us Here, Having Your Way

You brought us here, having Your way,

In this Your world, where You’re at play,

So that in Your play pawns we would be,

Or so this does seem quite possible to me.

Players in Your game is what we are,

A game that may appear to us bizarre,

We are not clear about the reason why

We must be here and then we must die.

Maybe it’s so that us You will use

For a while for Yourself to amuse,

In a drama in which You engage,

And we as mere actors on its stage!