Will We Understand Your Way?

A song left midway, a work incompletely done, Putting everything owned in a bag,  Blundering back to God he had gone.  Mysterious paths his hopeful heart once again trod. And a mountain of pain and peace he won. 
Why won't his hand you take and soothe his heart? A truant passionate fool he has become.  How hard can the bread of life be to understand? Your ways, your love and passion for mankind;  Why in school must we forever remain?