He stretches out the nets again. He steps among the twisted lines, And works them out in his good time, Sometimes I picture God that way Untangling all the mess I've made Unraveling my lines so I can fish again one day Sometimes I picture God that way Her tender hands pull tangles loose, From gum in hair to knots in shoes. With her quilter's skill and a mother's joy, She frees the little girls and boys. Sometimes I picture God that way Untangling the mess I've made Unraveling my kite so I can fly again one day Sometimes I picture God that way Sometimes I picture God that way Untangling all the mess I've made Unraveling my darkest nights To weave a brand new day Sometimes I picture God that way Sometimes I picture God that way Untangling the mess I've made