He stretches out the nets again.
He steps among the twisted lines,
And works them out in his good time,
Sometimes I picture God that way
Untangling all the mess I've made
Unraveling my lines so I can fish again one day
Sometimes I picture God that way
Her tender hands pull tangles loose,
From gum in hair to knots in shoes.
With her quilter's skill and a mother's joy,
She frees the little girls and boys.
Sometimes I picture God that way
Untangling the mess I've made
Unraveling my kite so I can fly again one day
Sometimes I picture God that way
Sometimes I picture God that way
Untangling all the mess I've made
Unraveling my darkest nights
To weave a brand new day
Sometimes I picture God that way
Sometimes I picture God that way
Untangling the mess I've made
