Confused and, bewildered
Why do I pl-ay the g-ame
This magnet, dr-aws me near
Stuck again I feel the pain
But I think about it
Thorns come with a r-ose
God has eyes I kn-ow
~Chorus~
All of the good things come from above
All of the good things come from love
Down here the edges may look rough
It’s all in the p-oint of view
A baby, becomes a man
Time goes b-y there is a plan
Sometimes he’s up, sometimes he’s down
We all have to m-ake the r-ounds
You’ve got to ask yourself
Could anything be wr-ong
When He is in contr-ol
All of the good things come from above
All of the good things come from love
Maybe sometimes they seem kind of tough
It’s all in the p-oint of v-iew
