Who made the world so imperfect
Allowed the possibility of wrong
Who made some men weak
And their opposition strong...
Who permitted Evil
To exist and hold sway
Surelu He is the one
Responsible for the trials of today...
A man makes a racing course
He gives it bends and chicanes
Up hills and down slopes
With the straits in what remains...
And when we drive the Go Karts
Though the design may be mad
We love it for the challenge
And to get the chance to prove ourseves were glad.
God could have made things simple
Allowed no wrong, only right
Then we could live in holy bliss
Always favourable in His sight...
But if he did so, I wonder why
Create the world he should
Would it not be more dangerous
If all the world was good?
The man who designed the racetrack
Decided he would show
How bad it would be if the road was straight
And fast all were let to go.
And the go karts raced down
Each one faster, to win great was their greed
Then one overturned while jostling another
And both drivers died from speed,
God is the race trach designer,
The racetrack if our life
We are the go kart drivers:
The bends and the chicanes are our strife...
They are there to slow us down,
So the course we will survive
Unless we stray outside the rules
Well end the course alive.
And those who end the course
Are not the best, often the worst
For often too exhausted
Is the driver who comes in first...
For life is not a race
On a track so neat
It is but a tour of duty
Each man must complete.
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