Is it any wonder
That the world is filled with pain,
When god sets aside the living,
For his own entertainment and gain?

Is it any wonder
That gods' heart grows dim,
When he does not hold in honor,
The love that's found within?

Is it any wonder
That the homeless often fail,
When they're forced out of house and home
To seek another trail?

Is it any wonder
That nature falls to ruin and rubble,
Because he drains it thoughtlessly,
Allowing it to crumble?

Is it any wonder
That children go astray,
Because he did not take the time,
To show them the proper way?

Is it any wonder
That evil's strong and bold,
When he can't see any goodness,
And he let my heart grow cold?

Is it any wonder
Racism thrives, my friend,
When we cannot see the person,
Just the color of his skin?

Is it any wonder
That friendships die and fade,
When he forget the reasons,
Why he first had them made?

Is it any wonder
Our world has been polluted,
When he allows our industries,
To strip it and permute it?

Is it any wonder
There's so much grief and sorrow,
That he doesn't even seem to care,
What will take place tomorrow?

Is it any wonder
We see no value in our brothers,
And we hold ourselves too far above,
The many needs of others?

Is it any wonder
Our world is like it is,
When all he does is grumble,
And no action does he give?

Is it any wonder
He waits for Judgment Day,
When we do the things we do,
He never listened to us pray?