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 this show actors we'd all be,

Or so this seems quite likely to me.

Players in Your game is what we are,

A game that may seem to us bizarre,

We aren't clear about the reason why

We must be here and then 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,

With us as mere actors on its stage!