I wish that the ways of men were the same as the ways of God,
How is it so our thick little hearts leave the narrow path for the broad?
Leave the narrow path for the broad?
We could fly on the wings of eagles,
We could see with the eyes of love,
We could laugh with a childlike lack of concern,
For the world would have nothing to fear of.
But fear, we have plenty,
And countless are the ways that we deceive,
A peace can be heard on the breath of each morning,