Dear Lord he often wonders why;
You put the clouds up in the sky.
And what real purpose be--
The separation of land by sea.
Why are animals less than man?
What makes up Your Perfect Plan?

It is hard for them to believe;
Why any man can so deceive;
Himself, his friends, his life so dear,
Because Your voice he cannot hear.
For looking around at the marvels on Earth,
Studying their life, their tears and mirth,
The wonders that surround them every day:
Should really make them believe and say:
That You exist somewhere above,
That they must extend to You their love,
That faith in the most important part of living.
They should practice prayer and giving;
Respect to You and their fellow man,
And thus complete their part
Of the Perfect Plan.