It's just a good thing that God above
   Has never gone on strike
Because He wasn't treated fair
   Or things He didn't like
If He had ever once sat down
   And said "that's it  -  I'm through;
I've had enough of those on earth
  So this is what I'll do.

"I'll give my orders to the sun
   Cut off your heat supply
And to the moon  -  give no more light
   And run those oceans dry.
Then just to really make it tough
   And put the pressure on,
Turn off the air and oxygen
   Till ev'ry breath is gone."

Do you know, He'd be justified
   If fairness ws the game
For no one has been more abused
   Or treated with disdain
Than God  -  and yet He carries on
   Supplying you and me
With all the favors of His grace
   And ev'rything  -  for free.

Men say they want a better deal
   And so on strike they go,
But what a deal we've given God
   Whom ev'rything we owe.
We don't care who we hurt or harm
   To gain the things we like
But what a mess we'd all be in
   If God should go on strike.