The Problem Of Evil

Preacher said fuck you God
I'm coming for you
It's just one of those days when
You didn't come through
The warrior preaches love
Blessings, they're for all
This coffins way too small

Let me know [x6]
Your plans, so men could understand the things you don't do

The preacher took off his coat,
Dragged a dark color from his throat,
Wrung his hands in despair,
Sparked his cigarette and smoked
Breathing fire, spitting fumes
On every word he choked
If upon this beach we walked
And you carried me when I was lost
And oh Lord let me be
'Cause I'm struggling to see
The plan and your majesty

Let me know [x6]
Your plans, so men could understand the things you don't do

For doubt has grown in me
For doubt has grown in me