Wildcard of Grace

I don't understand this old world

But when I think it starts to make sense

There's no correlation to the truth

But still truth has a consequence.

It's not the journey nor the journey's end

It's the one with whom we have to contend

This old world is fallen and blowing all to hell

And it's just a delusion to think that all is well.

You might think this life's aÝ game

And you mightÝ make-believe and pretend

But if you don't know Jesus,

There is just a bitter end.

The world is full of prisoners of war

It is that way now as it was before

But there is a ÝRedeemer who does His work in you

And he sends His agents of redemption Ýto do what He would do.

Thereís a wildcard of grace

That God plays when He wills

And the game is not over, not over until

His last card is played

And His judgments are made

And every tongue will lie still.