Is this the strange feeling
   Of you working all to good
   'Cause I am so confused
   I don't even ask for what I should
  
   When I asked for and deserved a stone
   You broke and gave your body as bread
   And even the stone that dropped down and rolled away
   Spoke of the one who bled
  
   There you go working good from my bad
   There you go making robes from my rags
   There you go melting crowns from my calves
   There you go working good of all I have
   Till all I have's not that bad
  
   When I asked for and deserved a serpent
   You gave a net full of fish
   And even the serpent that told the lie
   When lifted high foretold the gift
  
   For you so loved the unlovable
   That you gave the ineffable
   That who so believes the unbelievable
   Will gain the unattainable