He is watching from above,
feels every thought, sees every action;
He cares not, nor does He love,
nor He sentences to damnation.

He's not watching from above,
He feels through us the world;
to toy with us His only love,
until His pawns are dead.

Now He's down there, down below,
feels the evil that runs wild;
it seems strange, but don't you know?
He - is but a child.