God of all things, God of small things
God of power and might
Did you really make the world
In seven days and seven nights?
'Cause I don't know if you exist or if I even care
But when I lay me down to sleep I'd like somebody there

'Cause it's hard to make sense of this all
And it gets harder with each passing day
I believe in little things, and things I cannot see
In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity
Not that sentimental fairytale to keep us in our place
'Cause I have seen you here
When no-one else is looking
A calm and silent bliss, a calm and silent bliss

All your people do these days is argue, fuss and fight
Then they fuss some more and wipe the blood and say
"At least we know we're right"
How foolishly, how foolishly
Your good things come undone
How silently, how silently, and now we all are done

And it's hard to make sense of it all
And it gets harder with each passing day
But I believe in little things, and things I cannot see
In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity
Not some sentimental fairytale to keep us in our place
'Cause I have seen you here
When no-one else is watching
A strange and silent bliss, a strange and silent bliss

God of all things, God of small things, God of loss and hope
God of people struggling, of people who can't cope
Do you keep your blessings for the rich
The pious and their guns?
Or if you're half the man, I hope you root for everyone
You root for everyone