"God Will Find a Way"
(Sung to the tune of "Love Is On the Way" by Saigon Kick)

Laying sleepless
In the night.
Fresh disaster.
Can't abide.
Can't get past it.
Don't see how.
He can free you
From your fright.

God will find a way.
He can cut it down to size.
It doesn't matter what your plight may be.
God will find a way.
It'll be a big surprise
The way He finds to set things right.

In due season,
He'll dry your tears,
Restore your reason,
Fade your fears.
All your demons
Will fall behind.
He is with you.
Everything's alright.

God will find a way.
He is infinite and wise,
With ways beyond what we finite may see.
God will find a way,
And before you realize
He'll have a way to make things right.

And then one morning
They'll have gone away,
All these worries in your mind.
He is there beside you,
Night and day,
Until the end of time.

(Classical Guitar Solo)

God will find a way.
He can cut it down to size.
It doesn't matter what your plight may be.
God will find a way.
So try not to agonize,
And do not let your fear drive you crazy.

God will find a way.
He is infinite and wise,
With ways beyond what we finite may see.
God will find a way,
And before you realize
He'll have a way to make things right.

"Tough luck to the trucks!" he was foppishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no fuel is coming!

They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
Then the truckers in Truckville will all cry boo-hoo!

That's a noise," grinned Trudeau, "that I simply must hear!"
He paused, and Trudeau put a hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low, then it started to grow.

But this sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded glad!

Every trucker in Truckville, the tall and the small,
Was honking without any fuel at all!

He hadn't stopped honking from coming! It came!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And Trudeau, with his high heels ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling. "How could it be so?

It came without diesel! It came without food!
It came without kerosene, petrol, or crude!"

He puzzled and puzzed till his puzzler was sore.
Then Trudeau thought of something he hadn't before.

Maybe freedom, he thought, doesn't come from the state.
Maybe truckers, perhaps, will make Canada great!

And what happened then? Well, in Truckville they say
That Trudeau's tailored pants filled with feces that day!