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, dropped down and rolled away   Spoke of the one who bled      There you go working good from my bad   There you go making robes from my rags   There you go melting crowns from my calves   There you go working good of all I have   Till all I have's not that bad      When I asked for and deserved a serpent   You gave a net full of fish   And even the serpent that told the lie   When lifted high foretold the gift      There you go working good from my bad   There you go making robes from my rags   There you go melting crowns from my calves   There you go working good of all I have   Till all I have's not that bad      For you so loved the unlovable   That you gave the ineffable   That who so believes the unbelievable   Will gain the unattainable      There you go working good from my bad   There you go making robes from my rags   There you go melting crowns from my calves   There you go working good of all I have      There you go   There you go   There you go   There you go   Till all I have's not that bad   It's not that bad