Has never gone on strike
Because He wasn't treated well
Or for things he didn't like.
If He ever just 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, 'no more light'
And run the oceans dry.
Then just to make it really tough
And put the pressure on
Turn off the air and oxygen
Till every breath has gone".
Do you know, He would be justified
If fairness was the game,
For no-one has been more abused
Or treated with disdain.
Men say they want a better deal,
And so 'On Strike' they go
And what a deal we've given God
To whom everything we owe.
We don't know whom we hurt or harm,
To gain the things we like,
But what a mess we'll all be in,
If God should go on strike.
By Naick Williams © 1975
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