Showbread - Dear John Piper (Stillbirth in Space) lyrics

John Piper wants to put me away Because I believe in possibilities and that's not okay, (he tells me) You've got to draw horns on your picture of god Deliciously capricious and vicious Don't you spare them the rod No fate but what we make Corporately predestined and drawn by prevenient grace God goes strolling through the nursery Playing duck duck goose Appointing babies for destruction And they just can't refuse (poor baby) Sovereign all-controlling God Who pushed over man You set the table for our failure You put the fruit in our hands It must be lonely when you sort it all out The sheep from the goats the listing boat of all these questions and doubts Someone must rise and swell and eclipse the moon Like so many loathsome spiders skittering to their doom No fate but what we make Corporately predestined and drawn by prevenient grace No fate but what we make No divine hand that's behind genocide No good behind rape Hail the sovereign Lord Who turns the world like a toy He chooses suffering for children Their agony brings him joy (but only sort of) All-powerful, so strong He sends molesters to children All that he does is true and is good And no one can resist him Ever all-controlling Who sends earthquakes and famine The author of suffering and d**h Who can understand him? It's best to shut your mouth and hope for the best Cause even when you catch the worst It's still kind of like the best "If indeed there was a God whose true nature--whose justice or sovereignty--were revealted in the d**h of a child or the dereliction of a soul or a predestined hell, then it would be no great transgression to think of him as a kind of malevolent or contemptible demiurge, and to hate him, and to deny him worship, and to seek a better God than he." -- David Bentley Hart, The Doors of the Sea