What a tangled web we wove,
When from our land the Lord we drove;
Our world around us began to fall,
Folk asked, "Where God was through it all?"

His answer came with pained chagrin,
'You told me to 'leave' ~ Not 'to come in;'
That you were 'big enough to handle your care,
You had no need for Me ~ and prayer.'

I took you at your word, you see,
You were 'big now, and 'didn't need me;'
I stood there watching the 'big boy' fall,
Waiting, once more, for you to call.

And in spite of all your pride and sin,
I'm ever-present ~ as I have always been;
So, humble yourself beneath my hand;
I will hear from heaven, and heal your land.

Remember this time, with all its woes,
And learn the 'truth' a "Big Boy" knows;
I am God, and hear the pleas,
Of child, or nation, on it's knees.'