God's Dilemma

I hear you complain
About how they’ve done you wrong
I see you missing all the things
You’ve waited for so long

I could give you all the answers
Clean up all that mess
I could lay it all up front
Rub it in your face

You’d ask for one miracle
And I’d give you ten
Can ask me for a dozen more
Don’t even have to tell me when

But you’d never get it
You’d prefer to fake it
You’d look eternity in the eye
And then hurry off to buy a new watch.