Now who decides when a life is still fresh and new.
What this life can or can not or just will not do?
What gives one lucky soul days of plenty and ease.
While for another it is bedbugs, roaches and fleas.

Why for some folks a big house and a Cadillac car.
For others it is cold beans from an old Mason jar.
He gets a great body, it is both rugged and strong.
Then the next poor fellow has his feet put on wrong.

That pretty lady sits sadly at home, all day, alone.
She is grieving for the children that she never had.
While only next door the neighbors ten lively kids,
Are driving their poor mother, stark raving mad.

It does seem funny to me and I am not that bright.
That God who hung up the stars and created the night.
He created life out of matter, made us all from scratch.
He taught the birds how to fly, and the chickens to hatch.

He could have done a  much better job at dividing thing out.
Nobody should be so very  poor nor have wealth to flout. 
Any mother with kids could show him Him how it's done.
Don't give all to one kid and leave the others with none.

So maybe if God were a mother, it would be better.
Things would get divided right down to the letter.
Sickness and rotten  poverty would no longer exist.
And  mother would wipe all tears with a kiss.
If God were a mother.