There You Go

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 One that bled -
There you go working good from my bad
There you go making robes from my rags.
There you go melting crowns
from my claves,
There you go working good of all I have -
Till all I have is not that bad.
When I asked for a deserved serpent
You gave a net full of fish.
And even the serpent that told the lie
when lifted high foretold the gift
CHORUS
For you so loved the unlovable,
the you gave the ineffable;
That who so believes the unbelievable,
will gain the unattainable!