What a confusion!
Why this world I am living in?
Am I put here with my free will?
I am an agent of God-
Agents have no choice
But to do the principal's will.
Did He create this world for naught?
Did He not honour me as the best of His creation?
Yet, I complain of the absurdity of my creation
That He gave me no choice to will
What more honour should I aspire
I am exercising divine will
Yes, in my creation I had no will
But in my action I have free will
I will be judged for my action
On the day of resurrection
Great purpose is there of my creation
In infinite mysteries, I am coiled in
Mysterious are the ways of God!